Eyeball to eyeball
Having finally gotten so fed up with my local banking hall because it never has power, is never online, seldom has cash and always allows the police and military to jump the queue, I called their public relations department. The guy I spoke with was charming and concerned and cheerfully told me told me that I was justified in complaining because my branch is rated second worst in the entire country. Top bad spot goes to their branch in Chivhu, I was told. When I raised the issue of our army and police bullies and said that his staff need some help in telling them to wait their turn, he said that when we come “eyeball to eyeball with a soldier we crumble into jelly’ . . . quite right I said, but What Are We Going To Do About It? I could visualise him sitting at his desk in Borrowdale slowly shaking his head, as I am mine.