Honest to god,I really do hope the bosses will see this post and do something about the appalling state this once upon a time nice bakery,has fallen into.
Last time it was an army of mostly youngish fresh out of school staff,dressed in cute half scarves,efficiently manning the counter,over where the information counter sits today.
Today,sourish faced middle aged cashiers,the offspring of an eunuch clan,who cannot lift a finger,expect you the customer to shift the bread tray to the space right next to their cash register after the next customer has gone.
And they even have the audacity to greet you with a huge grin.
This isn't a friendly grin.
We women can read each other like a book.
This was a thanks sucker,smile of sinister satisfaction.
Which I do not find amusing in the least.
Thus today,was the last straw,when that medium length curly haired, late thirties to mid forties cashier,decided to squeeze 2 caterpillar breads into one plastic bag.
I curtly told her to separate them.
She shot the bag ,not me,a bloody fed up look,snorted like a cow on the last teethers of her overmilked tits and proceeded to squash my 6 purchases that cost a blood sucking total of $9 buckaroos ala mamak roti canai kuah style....into a single raffia leash.
This blood boiling action definitely warranted retaliation.
Not enough,she insidiously inspected the $50 I had handed over to her as if I were a swindler,against the backdrop of the ceiling light.
What did you expect?
Not caring if I looked like a moron,I just had to rub the salt into the wound,too.
I held my SIX bags of buns bunched into ONE purchase,up to the light,for a minute long forensic revelation.
She was lucky.
Took it out on the bag and string,looking as if she had grazed the breads but actually did not.
I would have rejected it and demanded a refund on the spot if it were.
Jeez talk about attitude.
These people should not be allowed to work in the service industry at all.
Sometimes we need to BE AS COCKY in order to rattle them? Get my drift?
Enough about the menopausal staff.
Let's go on to the breads.
The thing about this bakery is that their breads look good enough for a recipe cover.
However, looks ARE deceiving and depending on the time of year and fluctuating price of essentials,expect to bite into fluffed up,over yeasted or over chewy,over sweet,dough with 30 percent filling.
The dough itself is so sweet,it rockets to the roots of your molars and could cause tooth decay if one were to consume this on a regular basis.
And they're so notorious for thinner,slimmer,shorter,flatter breads each preceeding year,I won't be surprised,they'll all be biscuit sized one day.
Prices may seem reasonable but I've categorising them in the expensive category based on the fact that they're giving us the short end of the stick with zero value for money.
Turn over a whole new leaf and ship your labia circumcised aunties to some hell hole they deserve will ya?
Last time it was an army of mostly youngish fresh out of school staff,dressed in cute half scarves,efficiently manning the counter,over where the information counter sits today.
Today,sourish faced middle aged cashiers,the offspring of an eunuch clan,who cannot lift a finger,expect you the customer to shift the bread tray to the space right next to their cash register after the next customer has gone.
And they even have the audacity to greet you with a huge grin.
This isn't a friendly grin.
We women can read each other like a book.
This was a thanks sucker,smile of sinister satisfaction.
Which I do not find amusing in the least.
Thus today,was the last straw,when that medium length curly haired, late thirties to mid forties cashier,decided to squeeze 2 caterpillar breads into one plastic bag.
I curtly told her to separate them.
She shot the bag ,not me,a bloody fed up look,snorted like a cow on the last teethers of her overmilked tits and proceeded to squash my 6 purchases that cost a blood sucking total of $9 buckaroos ala mamak roti canai kuah style....into a single raffia leash.
This blood boiling action definitely warranted retaliation.
Not enough,she insidiously inspected the $50 I had handed over to her as if I were a swindler,against the backdrop of the ceiling light.
What did you expect?
Not caring if I looked like a moron,I just had to rub the salt into the wound,too.
I held my SIX bags of buns bunched into ONE purchase,up to the light,for a minute long forensic revelation.
She was lucky.
Took it out on the bag and string,looking as if she had grazed the breads but actually did not.
I would have rejected it and demanded a refund on the spot if it were.
Jeez talk about attitude.
These people should not be allowed to work in the service industry at all.
Sometimes we need to BE AS COCKY in order to rattle them? Get my drift?
Enough about the menopausal staff.
Let's go on to the breads.
The thing about this bakery is that their breads look good enough for a recipe cover.
However, looks ARE deceiving and depending on the time of year and fluctuating price of essentials,expect to bite into fluffed up,over yeasted or over chewy,over sweet,dough with 30 percent filling.
The dough itself is so sweet,it rockets to the roots of your molars and could cause tooth decay if one were to consume this on a regular basis.
And they're so notorious for thinner,slimmer,shorter,flatter breads each preceeding year,I won't be surprised,they'll all be biscuit sized one day.
Prices may seem reasonable but I've categorising them in the expensive category based on the fact that they're giving us the short end of the stick with zero value for money.
Turn over a whole new leaf and ship your labia circumcised aunties to some hell hole they deserve will ya?
