OK I’m not perfect but some examples of the habitual misuse of the language are getting to me recently…none more so than something that’s becoming a service industry standard.
It’s the all-pervading unnecessary addition to the closing gambit at the check-out of, “Is there anything else I can get you – AT ALL ”
“No thank you – AT ALL! ”
It’s as if there’s something that’s not on the menu that you might have a secret hankering for but were afraid to ask. Maybe Ethiopian Locust Pate on a toasted Sesamy Seed Bun.
I’m not a pedo, not really. Every time a bro says something to me, and I understand what they is going on about, I consider it a Win. I think the “at all” bros are just trying to be extra polite, you might prefer i.e. Finnish bros, cos in Finland, they only say exactly what they mean & don’t make any extra effort for politeness, i.e. when you ring a Finn they just go “What do you want?” and when you say what you want, they just go, “Is that all?”, which comes across as Rude Attitude, but it is just the Finnish Way RIP
Strikes me as a harmless tag at the end of the sentence, to be honest. And it’s hardly recent; more than thirty years ago I can remember people asking “Is John there at all?” over the phone.
I guess check-out staff are only following orders from a bunch of wanky middle managers anyway. I’ve been asked a number of times “Did you find everything you wanted today?”, which is quite a strange question and provides an awkward moment when met the an answer like “No, unless I’ve missed that you sell rohypnol, handcuffs and a cattle prod?”
“Yes, why not, come right behind the bar, the pumps are over there, you do know how to use them don’t you, oh the pint glasses, they’re above your head, careful you don’t drop one on yourself. And don’t forget to put your money in the till, you don’t have a till login? OK let me create one for you…or it could be easier if I served you and you paid!!”
I had “may I have” hammered into me as a kid. It’s really noticable though, I always get funny looks for saying it. People look at me as if I’m a proper posh boy. Which, as anyone who has met me (so, Lou on here) will tell you really isn’t the case.
This sort of thing does my head in, and you see it all the time. Poor wording, I reckon. Makes it look like people are in favour of breast cancer. NOW!
A mate of mine does work for a charity called “Football For Cancer”, while an email went to all NI-based employees the other week telling us that “cancer buses” were going to be on site. What the fuck next? Plague wagons?