If You Have Something To Say To Me, Say It TO Me, Bitch!

I have got a bit of a headache coming today, which actually lasts the whole day, exacerbated by my experience in the local "super" market, Village Grocer this afternoon: I need some essentials (fruit, milk bread, crisps), and as I was paying, there was a problem with the guy in front’s debit card (annoyingly) and it turns out that actually there was a problem with the whole system. This guy then pays cash and the checkout guy checks my stuff through and it comes to about RM160 – my card gets refused and he just looks at me, and says that I need to pay cash.

I try another card as quite often the (no-you) May (not) Bank card randomly doesn't work. Refused again, and the checkout guy repeats that I need to pay cash.

Erm, no I don’t. You need to work out how to take card payments, mate. So I tell him that and he talks to this sour faced supervisor who, instead of talking to me, tells him to tell me that I need to pay cash.

1)    if you have something to say to me, say it TO me, bitch

2)    I don’t need to pay for stuff I no longer want

And with that, I upturn the contents of my shopping bag onto the counter and tell them to shove it.

Actually, I'd cut my nose off to spite my face, as I left without any of the stuff I wanted and my headache was even worse.


Bastards.