I take some pride in always paying things on time and I was mega pissed orf and so I complained to Australia Post about undelivered mail. R rolled his eyes as I was telling a friend about it and then said 'I really wish you would not do such things. You are always complaining about something.'
Yet, if you don't complain, things don't get changed. I have had many things changed over the years by complaining. Mostly small things admittedly but some bigger things. I have made a difference.
People, businesses and organisations need to know when they fail.
We argued slightly about missing mail and R said, we will worry about missing mail when it happens. It could be too late then, I responded.
Only later I thought of car registration or driving licence renewals going missing. Yes Mr R, tell me about when you are caught unlicensed or driving an unregistered car!
You may remember I complained to Metro Trains a while ago about he disgusting toilets at the major city train station Flinders Street. I had a spare few minutes between trains last week and I checked them, and oh, the stench of stale urine. The appearance may have been a little better, but who would want to hang around to check when the stink would drive you out. Sometimes in Europe you pay to use toilets, sometimes not, but they are invariably clean and odour free. It can't be that hard to have toilets like that here. So, chalk that up as a fail on my part. I might have a crack at the Minister for Transport about that one.
Can I be bothered about a tram full of seats looking like this? No. The state of them will surely become apparent to the tram seat replacement person. A start had been made, but this one should be in a orange fabric to indicate is for the use of those with special needs. Don't you love that term.