Back home, we were working on a project to test the possible usage of the mobile phone SIM card as a credit card. It was supposed to be a highly advanced concept and thrilled those of us who were happy enough just to report the ever increasing penetration levels of the credit card. Having seen cousins from the US flaunting multiple cards forever, I find the French habit of paying by cheque amazing! It doesn't matter how advanced the rest of the world may be, the so called third world countries included. It doesn't matter how many people there are behind them in the supermarket queues. They will diligently take out the cheque book, look at the figure on the counter, fill the cheque, look back at the counter, look back at the cheque, then they will sign the back. After it has been handed over, come the identification papers, which will be duly checked. Some other official looking document comes therafter (for all you know that must be the baby producing discount that society allows them). Finally they will go through the routine of putting all this back into their bags. And all this while, you are standing there tapping away with your foot because you took this queue thinking - 'Hey, here's a short one. I'll be out of here in a jiffy'.
Meanwhile France Telecom, I feel, has been unduly bad-named. All the horror stories I had heard had me believing, I will have to wait in line for 6 hours only to be told to come the next day or that I have some document missing or be given wrong information, and of course, all the above in fast French. I entered with truckloads of trepidation. Well, I had to wait just 10 minutes and then they opened my new telephone line and transferred the internet connection in another 10 minutes. He even let me select my own number from a list of three. Amazing! And all this on a day when my hair had static and looked oily, I had no lip stick on and I can feel the risings of a huge pimple on my cheek. This is when you know that the shop really believes in customer service.
But then beauty, as they say, is more than skin deep. And on the subject of beauty - Isn't this beautiful?.....Painter-Toulouse-Lautrec.
Meanwhile France Telecom, I feel, has been unduly bad-named. All the horror stories I had heard had me believing, I will have to wait in line for 6 hours only to be told to come the next day or that I have some document missing or be given wrong information, and of course, all the above in fast French. I entered with truckloads of trepidation. Well, I had to wait just 10 minutes and then they opened my new telephone line and transferred the internet connection in another 10 minutes. He even let me select my own number from a list of three. Amazing! And all this on a day when my hair had static and looked oily, I had no lip stick on and I can feel the risings of a huge pimple on my cheek. This is when you know that the shop really believes in customer service.
But then beauty, as they say, is more than skin deep. And on the subject of beauty - Isn't this beautiful?.....Painter-Toulouse-Lautrec.
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