Two examples of people who appear to be in the wrong job. A pub landlord who offers discounts to customers who order by app from their tables, thus discouraging the horrific prospect of bar staff actually having to engage with punters:
I’ve found that not having to be constantly serving people is way better for my mental health. Bar work can be really mentally tiring. This takes the stress away rather than having to constantly interact with different people for eight hours straight.
And Adrian Chiles who, last time I looked, was still purporting to be someone who writes for a living, complaining about apostrophes and then
But, oh Lord, the agonising, circuitous routes around words you’d have to find to construct a bloody sentence.
Which sounds to me like a pretty good definition of Chiles’s chosen, and in his case, well-remunerated trade.
I don’t want to disturb anyone with an image of Chiles, so I’ll just leave this here, wondering whether in a year’s time we’ll have the faintest idea to what it refers:
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