Post by Radrook Admin on Mar 23, 2020 5:28:38 GMT -5
Nasty Incident at Indian Store II
Here is how it went down. I go to the store, and the owner's wife-yes another Indian owner wife, actually from Nepal, goes berserk on me for a trivial reason. You see, instead of providing me with a receipt and a thank you-she turned away and remained silent. After arriving home and searching the bags for a a receipt and not finding it, I decided to return to the store in order to respectfully request it. After all, I don't know what kind of numbers are being registered on that computer an have absolutely no reason to trust her or anyone else with my credit card.
So i go back and tell her to PLEASE provide me with the receipt. At that moment her front teeth became very visible as she spoke in a rage.
“Ahh, it is not my fault! It is very easy to blame someone else why you think someone is wrong-isn't it? But it is not my fault. It is your fault for not asking for the sale's receipt and leaving without giving me a chance to provide it.”
Of course that isn't what happened, since I stood there waiting for the receipt and she just turned her face away. After I told her that, she continued:
“You are not the only customer here! You know? There are other customers waiting in line. May I help you sir?” She says to this Anglo American guy behind me and all that he wanted was change. Only after providing him with change did she resume the tirade against me. Suddenly her husband emerged from a back-room, and stood nbsp; there silently staring at me. She shifts to Hindi and speaks with him about me in what might have been Hindi. He remains silently staring.
Other people don't ask for receipts so how a I to know?
At this point, I an beginning to lose my patience, and tell her to give me my receipt in a more forceful way. That seemed to have taken her buy surprise so she says:
"You know what I am going to do? I am going to give you your receipt.' she says and starts rummaging through a pile of receipts that she had skewered on an upright rod. Finds mine and hands it to me. I stupidly thank her and she remains silent. I guess I never learn to keep my mouth shut.