This is creating quite a stir -
And here -
The comments in both and other sites cover all , but for me the mere fact that another small gap is being jemmied open in our way of life through fear of saying enough, and the ridiculous political correct attitude to all things Muslim says all about the way this country is going.
If it happened to me I would as many have said simply leave my basket there and shop elsewhere, there’s no need to do anything else.
I looked at all this now and thought hmmmmmmm. I’m not crazy about pork and can tolerate ham in sandwiches with pineapple and/or cheese but maybe once in a fortnight. Gammon steak is OK occasionally. No religious reason, just the taste. Crispy bacon’s nice though.
However, in the light of this, I’m quite inclined to pop down to the local M&S, find some leg ham, go and get some wine and find the checkout queue which has a Muslim serving. Then I’d proceed as per Wiggia.
Actually, there’s another war going on as well and that’s the war against barcodes. Most times in the supermarket, I choose the item unbarcoded or where it’s been put on wrongly, around a corner etc. then, with ten to twelve items in the basket, cheerfully approach the checkout.
When my turn comes, I ask, especially at ASDA, “Are you about to close this till?”
“Oh, that’s good because most times I get to the cashier, she puts out the little flag saying this till is closed. I thought it was store policy.” [Nonplussed look] “That’s fine, let’s begin. Don’t mind me.” [My sweetest smile]
Then the unbarcoded and other unreadable items come up and I stand, stony-faced or maybe look to the person behind and apologize with my eyes.
The girl by this time has had two or three lads go back to the aisles to find the correct prices, she apologizes and I say, “No, for heaven’s sake, don’t apologize. We have all day. It’s not your fault that the store does not barcode its products correctly. Must make it very difficult for you.”
Detecting the sympathy in my voice, she and I are now buddies, I quickly pack my goods, pay and get away, saying to the person behind, “I always like not to hold up the person behind. You wouldn’t believe the number of people who don’t even have their money out at the till and as for credit cards … well!”
What I didn’t mention was how supermarkets move things around. So I’m looking for loo roll and the overhead sign says loo roll and kitchen towel but it’s not there.
So I call the woman over. “Excuse me, ASDA loo roll – it says up there it’s in this aisle but I can’t find it. No doubt you can.”
“Er, it’s not in this aisle, we changed it yesterday afternoon.”
I appreciate her joke. “Oh, I see, confuse the customer game, eh? It must get boring for you all, customers finding things where the signs say they are.”
“No, no …” she begins.
“No, it’s not a problem, don’t worry, I’ve a sense of humour, I adore being mucked about when I’ve little time to spare. It’s my stupidity really. If it says loo roll in this aisle, then of course it’s three aisles along.” And I chuckle to show no hard feelings.
“We haven’t had time to change the signs.”
This is true. Staff get X minutes to do a dozen jobs and are marked down if they don’t complete them so it’s time to let this poor person go. I don’t want to hit her, I want to hit ASDA Inc.
Further into the store, I ask another lady, “Could you tell me where the bread is please.”
“Right beside you.”
“Yes but I can’t find the rye bread.”
“Oh no, you’ll be wanting speciality, exotic, pay-through-the-nose bread.”
“Silly me, thinking in my slow-witted way that items labelled “bread” would be where the bread is. Do you get many customers as stupid as I?”
“We’re told to put all the continental things up there.”
“Ah and in which aisle is this speciality, pay-through-the-nose bread please?”
“And we’re aisle 17, a considerable distance away. I expect most customers know instantly to race up to that aisle for that bread and then to aisle 33 for another bread.”
“Well that’s where it is.”
“Thank you for being so helfpful.”
“Would you like me to go with you and show you?”
“No but thanks for asking. I don’t want to take you away from what you’re doing.” Then an afterthought. “Sorry to keep you but could you tell me who makes these decisions about which aisles things are shuffled around to without customers having the foggiest it’s happened?”
“The [Whatever] Manager.”
“And is it possible to gain an audience with such an exalted being? I was hoping for a little chat for a few minutes.”
“Well you go …” [followed by directions].
“And is it possible to report to anyone excellent service from one of the employees, namely you?”
She blushes and says how it’s done. Before I leave the store, I don’t bother with the [Whatever] Manager but do go to praise the girl. They tell me I have to go online, which most times I remember to do.
Trouble is, they have a complaints section but nowhere really we can praise people.