This is a complain. I know I’m gonna sound like a whining woman but I DON'T CARE.
This need to be told.
First the niceey niceey words.
Thank you the STORE Supermarket for opening up your unbelievable market from morning till sometimes midnight. And thank you also for the new upholstery you did to spruce up the store with all those fake gimmicks. I believe most ladies would have noticed all of that. I did too tho I'm a MAN.
But, I still hate YOU. Not only you employ stupid people but some are dumber than a plank. I don’t blame you for that but still hate you anyway for your idiotic ways of waiting on your customers.
3 days ago, morning, I walked into the grocery section to get my weekly dose of veggie and stuff. Unfortunately, I was dismayed by the state of vegetables put on the shelves for sale. Sad to say the vegetables looked dead. Even donkeys, I can assure you wouldn't eat the veggies.
So, I bypassed all the veggie and went for some tomatoes – goshh!! the tomatoes looked they had been used as tennis balls. Who would buy flat tomatoes anyway?
Anyhow, I carefully selected four out of the hundreds from a wooden bucket and handed it over to the cashier/salesgirl/bodowoman/or-whatever-she-was to price tag me.
Just before me, there was another Bangla/Nepali/Paki moron who had been waiting for his red and green chillies to be price-tagged as well.
The salesgirl/bodowoman, instead of attending to her customers, was busy telling her mate how to build another Great Wall of Chink China, I suppose. So busy yakking away.
After a few minutes, realising of customers present, she quickly price tagged my tomatoes and gave it to the Bangla/Nepali/Paki. Then she price tagged the chillies and handed it to me. The chillies were good enough to feed an army.
The Bangla/Nepal/Paki guy happily put my tomatoes in his bucket and walked off. He did not even know what he had bought. And I'm still standing there waiting for my tomatoes.
“Mana saya punya barang,” I asked the sales-bodo-girl.
Salesgirl: “Apa barang?”
Me: “Saya punye tomato.”
Sales girl: “Saya mana tau. You mana ade kasi?”
She then realised the huge packet of chillies beside her and gave it to me , “Nah, ini you punyah.”
Me : "Ini saye punye ke? Macamana tomato boleh jadi chilli?
She : "You mane ade beli tomato," she shouted.
Then she realised she had given my grocery to the other guy.
She : "Ohh, you punye kawan tadi suda ambik."
I was startled.
Me : "Mana you tau itu saya punye kawan?"
She : "Ada sama muka."
Me : "Aiyoo...memang lu cina bodoh."
She got angry and annoyed and I couldn't care less. I lost my cool and let loose my little acidic vocab on her. The grocery section of the supermarket came to a stand still.
And later, – somehow I caught hold of the "alien" moron and retrieved my four tomatoes. Not only did she give the grocery to the wrong person, she had the four tomatoes price tagged for RM125.00.
Hahahahhaha..Hahahahhaha...
There went my morning grocery shopping.
This need to be told.
First the niceey niceey words.
Thank you the STORE Supermarket for opening up your unbelievable market from morning till sometimes midnight. And thank you also for the new upholstery you did to spruce up the store with all those fake gimmicks. I believe most ladies would have noticed all of that. I did too tho I'm a MAN.
But, I still hate YOU. Not only you employ stupid people but some are dumber than a plank. I don’t blame you for that but still hate you anyway for your idiotic ways of waiting on your customers.
3 days ago, morning, I walked into the grocery section to get my weekly dose of veggie and stuff. Unfortunately, I was dismayed by the state of vegetables put on the shelves for sale. Sad to say the vegetables looked dead. Even donkeys, I can assure you wouldn't eat the veggies.
So, I bypassed all the veggie and went for some tomatoes – goshh!! the tomatoes looked they had been used as tennis balls. Who would buy flat tomatoes anyway?
Anyhow, I carefully selected four out of the hundreds from a wooden bucket and handed it over to the cashier/salesgirl/bodowoman/or-whatever-she-was to price tag me.
Just before me, there was another Bangla/Nepali/Paki moron who had been waiting for his red and green chillies to be price-tagged as well.
The salesgirl/bodowoman, instead of attending to her customers, was busy telling her mate how to build another Great Wall of Chink China, I suppose. So busy yakking away.
After a few minutes, realising of customers present, she quickly price tagged my tomatoes and gave it to the Bangla/Nepali/Paki. Then she price tagged the chillies and handed it to me. The chillies were good enough to feed an army.
The Bangla/Nepal/Paki guy happily put my tomatoes in his bucket and walked off. He did not even know what he had bought. And I'm still standing there waiting for my tomatoes.
“Mana saya punya barang,” I asked the sales-bodo-girl.
Salesgirl: “Apa barang?”
Me: “Saya punye tomato.”
Sales girl: “Saya mana tau. You mana ade kasi?”
She then realised the huge packet of chillies beside her and gave it to me , “Nah, ini you punyah.”
Me : "Ini saye punye ke? Macamana tomato boleh jadi chilli?
She : "You mane ade beli tomato," she shouted.
Then she realised she had given my grocery to the other guy.
She : "Ohh, you punye kawan tadi suda ambik."
I was startled.
Me : "Mana you tau itu saya punye kawan?"
She : "Ada sama muka."
Me : "Aiyoo...memang lu cina bodoh."
She got angry and annoyed and I couldn't care less. I lost my cool and let loose my little acidic vocab on her. The grocery section of the supermarket came to a stand still.
And later, – somehow I caught hold of the "alien" moron and retrieved my four tomatoes. Not only did she give the grocery to the wrong person, she had the four tomatoes price tagged for RM125.00.
Hahahahhaha..Hahahahhaha...
There went my morning grocery shopping.
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