Kiss my …28 January , 2013
Saturday morning we went for our monthly big shop at our local PicknPay. What a disappointment! An hour and a half of a glorious summer’s day that we will never get back, and we still don’t have our bloody groceries!
I have a list on my phone that I update throughout the month as things start running low, which I use for shopping. Unfortunately I usually delete items as I put them in the trolley so I have had to reconstruct my grocery list after this debacle – and now I have a nifty app for that called Out of Milk. I like it a lot, don’t know why I didn’t try something like it ages ago! It keeps track of things you bought before, and what you paid before if you tell it, you can categorise your list in any which way you want – for me that mean splitting them according to which areas I am most likely to find them in instead of alphabetically, and you can also share your list with someone if you happen to have someone who buys alongside with you so that items don’t get duplicated by accident.
Anyhoo, all went okay till we got to the till. They rang up everything and then their stupid card machines wouldn’t work. It didn’t decline (no surprise there, pay day was on Friday)…it just kept disconnecting. Then the useless supervisor and manager also joined in the party doing nothing about the situation to resolve it. The guy recommended that I leave and draw money from the ATM and then come back.
First off, I’m NOT doing that, because the idea pisses me off in principle. Secondly I had ice cream in some of those bags that were definitely not going to hold up to this suggestion. And thirdly because my withdrawal limit and my transaction limit are not in the same race at all.
I told the guy that if he seriously asked me to leave and come back, I would leave – but I would definitely not be back…EVER. Instead I asked if they had a computer set up somewhere that I could just EFT the money to them instead. Genius didn’t think that would work, because get this…apparently they don’t have a bank account (maybe this is why the card machine wasn’t working). Really?! I mean REALLY?!
So I made grand exit – and I will NOT be going back there. When I say these things I mean it. There’s one shop that I used to shop at regularly who hasn’t seen me in about 6 years because the manager suggested that I should use pads instead of tampons because he didn’t have any stock of what I was looking for, and I accused him of trying to woman-kind back to the dark ages! (I may have been a bit hormonal, but a promise is a promise). This was obviously not like that at all, except for the promise bit.
I am/was steaming mad about this…FUMING really. Nicola even told the guy as we were leaving, “My mamma is baie kwaad!” and he smirked and said, “Once again, so sorry.” In a way that you just KNOW he really doesn’t give a crap. I said, “No you’re not…but you will be” and stormed off. He probably won’t.
I can’t wait for Walmart to roll out in SA.