God that sounds awful!
Strategies - LA LA LA - sorry, did you say something?
What interesting opinions you have PIL, I've never heard ANYONE say that before!
Are you quite well, you look upset?
Show 'em this - A NO DEAL STORY – remember no analogy is perfect.
You live rurally, bit cut off from all the nearest towns, so you source nearly everything via your local supermarket. You don’t like the layout, the prices, the uniforms the staff wear, lots of things get on your nerves about the place. Over the years you complain about this and that and they listen to some of your concerns and change things, but there’s always something else you can find to complain about. Maybe you (secretly) don’t like the fact that some of the checkout staff are – shhh – brown!
Eventually all of your objections get the better of you and you tell them you want a sweeping new arrangement or you’re going to shop SOMEWHERE ELSE and they’d better listen because THEY NEED YOUR MONEY MORE THAN YOU NEED THEM. You and the supermarket enter into lengthy negotiations but your demands get ever more strident and they do not budge on certain things.
So you decide you really don’t need them.
And without having anywhere else to shop, or understanding that actually wherever you shop you’re going to encounter things you don’t like and are going to have to put up with, or admitting to yourself that the next nearest supermarket or shopping complex is about a thousand times further away than your local one and is going to cost you in time and fuel way beyond anything you’re going to save, plus it’s currently run by someone who many people view as, at best, volatile and unpredictable and distinctly out for himself, not you as a potential customer, without resolving or even admitting to any of this you get so angry that… you blow up the road that you drive along to get to the supermarket.
Delighted with your handiwork, it then takes you so long to get to your alternative shopping centre that you run out of fuel on the way and by the time you’ve sourced fuel and driven there they’re closed, and you bang on the door but they’re not opening for just you, why would they?
Sitting in your precious little car, your domain, your home turf, celebrating your great achievement, you starve.
Or just leave as soon as you decently can!