August 22nd, 2005

Friday yet

Wine shop woes.

This story is a couple of years old, but I figure it is still good to tell, because it honestly was the worst service I have ever had in a shop.

It was the day before my godfather's 40th birthday. So I was shopping for a suitable gift. Among other things I thought he might like a couple of bottles of good wine as he is a bit of a boozy git connoisseur.

So I went into a wine shop and quietly began browsing around. I was carefully reading labels and weighing up my options. It took me about 15 minutes to find two bottles that I thought he would like - the prices of which were about £10 each.

I took the bottles up to the counter and the guy gave me a snooty look.

(Okay, so it was a moderately posh independant wine-shop and I was wearing biker boots, faded jeans and a t-shirt but there was no need for that look.)

Having given me an insultingly slow once-over he asked for ID.

Okay, fair enough, even now at the age of 24 I am told I look young and get carded a lot... And I certainly don't want anyone getting into trouble or losing their jobs because they served someone underage who was simply trying it on. So I good-naturedly took my DL out of my wallet where I had it ready for if/when he asked and handed to him.

He took it, examined it, flipped it carelessly onto the counter and told me it was unacceptable.

He told me it didn't look like me, he won't take it as proof of ID for the sale, and I need an alternate form of photo ID like a passport before he sells me anything.

Okay, 1. I am actually very distinctive looking, my DL photo is a damn good likeness, and it has never been refused or even queried elsewhere in the 7 years I have had it and 2. who automatically carries their passport with them when they go shopping?

So, getting visibly a bit annoyed (but not rude) I point out to him that I am also carrying bank cards, credit cards, store cards, gym membership etc in the same name as on the DL which proves I am of age...

He just gives me a dirty look and repeats that he is not going to serve me.

(What, does he think I stole all those cards?)

So I storm out, but I was still determined to get those wines... and me un-fairly denied what I want is not a pretty forgiving thing.

I go get my mum (who was having lunch with a friend of hers while I shopped) and when she has finished eating I persuade her come back to the shop with me.

I get her to pick out the same two bottles and she goes up to pay for them while I loiter behind her.

The guy tells her that he isn't going to serve her either if she is just going to give the alcohol to me. My mum levels him with a icy gaze, and tells him that her daughter is 22 (so has been legal to drink for 4 years) and already provided perfectly acceptable ID. She points out reasonably that an underage kid just wanting to get drunk would not be picking out fairly expensive red wines when they could get about two litres of cider or alcopop for about a quarter of the price at another local store.

The guy does not look impressed.

She then mentions that her solictor has his offices just across the street...

So the guy wimps out and serves her, giving me evil looks the whole time.

As he gave in at the first mention of a solicitor he pretty much confirmed that he obviously was just giving me a hard time over nothing. Jackass.

The best thing though?

My mum was so incensed about what happened that she told everyone she has ever met about what terrible service she got at that shop, and how nobody should ever shop there again... Unfortunately for that guy my mum is a very sociable creature and she probably knows enough people to fill a football stadium.

His shop closed down about six months after that, and I like to think my big-mouthed mother had a hand in it.

Mean it may be that I was happy to see him go out of business. But that guy really wound me up. He had no reason to refuse me service at all, it was pure undeserved rudeness.
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The pies of woe

First post, been reading for a while. It seemed like a good idea at the time. McCthuluhu's is right next door (over fifty billion devoured) and it's cheap, so got a Big Mac meal, and just because they were cheap, 2 apple pies for one buck. figured save one for later in the day, no problem right? Well, the best laid plans of mice and men, etc...Burger was good, fries, totaly unsalted, but were still good. The pies, though, oh the unatural horror of the pies! They looked like the normal baked apple pies of McDonalds fare, but thats where the similarity ends. The best way to describe them was apple flavored vulcanized rubber, wrapped in a flaky yet dimond hard crunchy shell of charcoal briquette. So went around the drive through again...

me "Excuse me, these pies are burnt

McDrone "No sir, they can't be, theyre cooked on a timer.

me "well, are they supposed to be the color of new Goodyears?

He looked at them a moment, then shrugged, went away from the window, and came back with two fresh pies. Two pies that smelled wonderful, and looked perfect! Unfortunately, after getting them home and eating the rest of my lunch...finding out that looks can be decieving, for they also tasted like apple flavored vulcanized rubber wrapped in a flaky charcoal briquette. Feh.
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Just to continue the below trend:

Dear cashier:
As much as I love arriving at your "express" line at 9.00 PM with ten items and unloading them while you sit on top of grocery catch-all near the bagging station, reading a magazine, having glanced up to see me placing my items on the belt when I arrived ... you know, I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, this would be an admirable time to start doing your job and you know, ringing up my items. Your light is on. Your register is open. I understand that Britney & K-Fed's choice of baby names is completely engrossing to you ... but no. You firstly shouldn't be reading on the job. Barring that, you probably shouldn't be sitting on the grocery catch-all. And for me to be willing to forgo getting frustrated with you for doing that, you'd have to have ceased to do that when you saw me get there, not finished the article before you started ringing me up - especially after I was initally polite and said "hi, how are you? You're open, right?" (To which you grunted yes and went back to finishing your article). You suck at cashiering.

No love,
Me sort of

Shattering mistake

I was doing some review reading for school, and I remembered this little incident from last spring.

Undear pharmacy techs,
Most of the time, you guys are pretty much on the ball. Orders are filled correctly and sent to the right places. Your wandering counterpart shows up at predictable intervals to enter new orders. Really, I have a lot of respect for you guys, I know it isn't easy to get qualification for the kind of job that you do. That being said...
What the hell made you think it was a good idea to send several hundred dollars worth of heparin through the pneumatic tube system wrapped in one thin sheet of bubble wrap?!? Opening up that tube and discovering broken glass and spilled medication was exactly what I didn't need to do with the whole place going nuts around me. Lucky for you, only three vials broke, but that's still a cost that the hospital is going to have to eat. Not to mention I get to clean up the resulting sticky mess.
From what I understand, the charge nurse called your supervisor, and you folks got ripped up one side and down the other. I hate to say you deserved it, but you deserved it. Next time, either find one of the padded tubes, add more wrapping, or have it walked up with the restocking cart. In other words, THINK!

No love,
Your already stressed out newbie (at the time) unit clerk

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Dear grocery store cashier,
It is my turn in line. You find this the perfect time to start chatting with your co-worker who is behind you, who is miraculously managing to talk with you and scan her customers' items at the same time. Your line, meanwhile, is being held up for five minutes while you are chattering away with no worries whatsoever.
Get. To. Work.

Your Patient Customer
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