For the sake of a clutch of Aussie franchised technicolour sweets,I waded through the horrible jams of Kay El proportions on a "when you are there,don't forget to get this this this,plus that and those for me "errand.
From all the second hand hype I had heard,coupled with enthusiastic enquiries written all over its Malaysian facebook page,who wouldn't have expected this shop to be an Aladdin's crystal cave where zam zam alakazam,every candy you ever wished for,was a command they would fulfill?
Instead,when you arrive here,doesn't matter if you are armed with a ready to swipe platinum.
Brace yourselves for the following
Sucktomer : Miss,do you have any more candy?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : What about the colourful ones?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : (pointing to the whole pile of multi hued bags behind her) Then what about those?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : What time will they be ready?
MissSticky : Later
Sucktomer : Ok then,when is the best time for me to come back?
MissSticky : Don't Know
Sucktomer : Pleaselah,I come from very far.Aiyoh,not even one jar left?
MissSticky: No
I cannot imagine anybody ever describing this nightmare of a chopshop as a workplace of their dreams.
In the end I had to settle for a single flavour that the Banglanators were uncopingly churning out slower than the furiously waiting crowd could fathom.
Not to be outdone,I returned the next morning,a party of three beat me to the first jar,then the second,before I gave up on the third.
What am I talking about? Well,you see,the thing is this.
They only put one bottle out at a time for the most popular range.Leaving us to scramble for scraps or wait around like beggars ,for the exact time they decide to release another ONE jar.
While this gimmick employed has been successful in sparking a frenzy,Never again,will I return!
Conclusion : Sticky is Icky!
From all the second hand hype I had heard,coupled with enthusiastic enquiries written all over its Malaysian facebook page,who wouldn't have expected this shop to be an Aladdin's crystal cave where zam zam alakazam,every candy you ever wished for,was a command they would fulfill?
Instead,when you arrive here,doesn't matter if you are armed with a ready to swipe platinum.
Brace yourselves for the following
- You have to clamour,claw,plead,threaten or cajole barely out of their teens staff for a damn bottle of their rock hard glazed beads.
- You also have to pit your wits against other shoppers on the lookout for THAT elusive mixed flavour bottle
- The shop is so small,so uncool,confined as a toilet that looks as if it were modelled after a Bak Kwa chain
- EVERY SHELF IN THE SHOP IS EMPTY ! THERE'S JUST NOTHING TO BE BOUGHT !
- Save for the lowest shelf .Where they DARE hawk rejected tak jadi candy labelled as "Off Cut" for $5 a blob of malformed faecal bricks.
- The highest shelf behind the inaccessible fortress is where they display individual laboratory glasswares containing a rainbow of opium shades.
- The local staff are really hardcore,answering every query with a robotic face and similar toned reply since they have to put up with the hapless foreign candymakers beside them,gaggles of gawking onlookers staring at The Process,juggle freeloaders inching their fingers past yet another body,while keeping the shadow stalking precustomers at bay.
- For what is essentially supposed to be a happy confection,this place is seriously understaffed,the workforce tediously overworked,the onslaught of insatiable customers causing the problem.. depressingly oversold.
- The candy looks better on their facebook.In reality,what you get are sweets that are so roughly chopped due to time factor,the end result is a dusty hypothesis of shimmering bamboo dart splinters.
- This is a TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT outlet.There is simply no range and no choice leaving you no room to be fussy.Forget about special requests.Don't even fantasize about laying your hands on personalised compressions.Grab what you can,that is if there is even anything left for you to grab.
- You have to spend some time here,staking out the shop,scanning their shelves in and out,up and down like a madman for new flavours that they MIGHT add,akin to bait on a fishing rod with you as the ultimate catch.What the fish!
- Worst of all is the anti shoplifting reminder "Shoplifters Will Be Prosecuted"I mean,what the heck is there to shop or lift when everything is still in the process of being made?
Sucktomer : Miss,do you have any more candy?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : What about the colourful ones?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : (pointing to the whole pile of multi hued bags behind her) Then what about those?
MissSticky : No
Sucktomer : What time will they be ready?
MissSticky : Later
Sucktomer : Ok then,when is the best time for me to come back?
MissSticky : Don't Know
Sucktomer : Pleaselah,I come from very far.Aiyoh,not even one jar left?
MissSticky: No
I cannot imagine anybody ever describing this nightmare of a chopshop as a workplace of their dreams.
In the end I had to settle for a single flavour that the Banglanators were uncopingly churning out slower than the furiously waiting crowd could fathom.
Not to be outdone,I returned the next morning,a party of three beat me to the first jar,then the second,before I gave up on the third.
What am I talking about? Well,you see,the thing is this.
They only put one bottle out at a time for the most popular range.Leaving us to scramble for scraps or wait around like beggars ,for the exact time they decide to release another ONE jar.
While this gimmick employed has been successful in sparking a frenzy,Never again,will I return!
Conclusion : Sticky is Icky!
