I always knew that they were nothing but a glorified colmado, and after watching how they handle food I had long decided that I'd never buy food there, and I haven't but today they managed to break their own outstanding record of crapiness.
Trying to avoid driving more than is strictly necessary, and because we don't have to cross 27, Chiri, the sprout and I headed for Plaza Lama to buy some polo shirts. We didn't mind so much their cracked floor, their creaky elevators, or the nonsensical way they arrange their fares; we are used to it. We got a bit bothered by the fact that the lady at the cash register was sending a woman carrying a baby all the way back to the ladies section to get the price on something that wasn't tagged, never mind that the poor woman was carrying a baby and the heavy accoutrement that generally accompany young babies. If we hadn't complained the young mother would have done just that, it never occurred to the lady at the register to send some of their hang-around-do-nothing employees, after all it was the humane thing to do, and the right thing to do since it is their fault that products are not tagged properly.
But then I had the misfortune of really having to go to the 'little girls' room'. At this moment I'd like emphasize the world 'misfortune', even if it really doesn't convey what I was subjected to. Let me put it mildly, it was as if somebody had thrown a sh!t grenade in the place. The stench was horrible. And again, allow me to emphasize 'horrible', my English-as-a-second-language vocabulary is painfully lacking of appropriate adjectives. There was no water to flush, and no water to wash one's hands. As quickly as the legs and circumstances allowed I removed myself from the premises. Outside we saw an employee sort of like half-assed washing his hand in a garbage bin with water from a bottle (that I am sure he had to buy).
I have to mention that that seemed to be the only bathroom in the building, shared by customers and employees alike. The other bathroom was closed to make room for a warehouse. If we forget for a moment the implication of employees abuse (imagine working a minimum of 8 hours and having to go, you can't chose to go somewhere else), but also the fact that this is a place that - and let me breath here - FOOCKING HANDLES FOOD!
Forget that above and let's be totally selfish. Can you imagine the measure of respect these people have for their customers. I saw pregnant women shopping there. The moms here probably remember what it is having to gone when you are pregnant, you HAVE to go, no ifs and buts. And if I had being pregnant and gone to a bathroom in that condition I would have certainly puked all over the place. It would have only completed the decoration.
Anyways, I don?t think I am coming back soon. Call me over-sensitive if you wish.
Trying to avoid driving more than is strictly necessary, and because we don't have to cross 27, Chiri, the sprout and I headed for Plaza Lama to buy some polo shirts. We didn't mind so much their cracked floor, their creaky elevators, or the nonsensical way they arrange their fares; we are used to it. We got a bit bothered by the fact that the lady at the cash register was sending a woman carrying a baby all the way back to the ladies section to get the price on something that wasn't tagged, never mind that the poor woman was carrying a baby and the heavy accoutrement that generally accompany young babies. If we hadn't complained the young mother would have done just that, it never occurred to the lady at the register to send some of their hang-around-do-nothing employees, after all it was the humane thing to do, and the right thing to do since it is their fault that products are not tagged properly.
But then I had the misfortune of really having to go to the 'little girls' room'. At this moment I'd like emphasize the world 'misfortune', even if it really doesn't convey what I was subjected to. Let me put it mildly, it was as if somebody had thrown a sh!t grenade in the place. The stench was horrible. And again, allow me to emphasize 'horrible', my English-as-a-second-language vocabulary is painfully lacking of appropriate adjectives. There was no water to flush, and no water to wash one's hands. As quickly as the legs and circumstances allowed I removed myself from the premises. Outside we saw an employee sort of like half-assed washing his hand in a garbage bin with water from a bottle (that I am sure he had to buy).
I have to mention that that seemed to be the only bathroom in the building, shared by customers and employees alike. The other bathroom was closed to make room for a warehouse. If we forget for a moment the implication of employees abuse (imagine working a minimum of 8 hours and having to go, you can't chose to go somewhere else), but also the fact that this is a place that - and let me breath here - FOOCKING HANDLES FOOD!
Forget that above and let's be totally selfish. Can you imagine the measure of respect these people have for their customers. I saw pregnant women shopping there. The moms here probably remember what it is having to gone when you are pregnant, you HAVE to go, no ifs and buts. And if I had being pregnant and gone to a bathroom in that condition I would have certainly puked all over the place. It would have only completed the decoration.
Anyways, I don?t think I am coming back soon. Call me over-sensitive if you wish.