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How come you suck?In a permanent strop and extremely happy?
For all the complaining about foreigners- they are a million times more pleasant to deal with in shops, aka. Eastern Europeans know their customer service and take pride in their work.
Gen Z Irish cashiers meanwhile are rude and ignorant little fuckers. If I had my way they'd be out of the job and replaced with non-nationals / self-checkout.
Gen Z Irish cashiers meanwhile are rude and ignorant little fuckers. If I had my way they'd be out of the job and replaced with non-nationals / self-checkout.
Mowl
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Frozen pizzas and slabs of Dutch Gold won't make for interesting reading, Jimmy.
Try another tack.
I refuse to use the self-service check-out.
Even though it's clearly far easier to shoplift if you use the self-service, and I've seen people simply walk through the scanning area and out the door.
None of them were indigenous Finns, mind you: petty theft was unheard of up here until a few years back when Finland decided to up her game and modernize the whole shopping experience to something along the lines of what you have in Ireland. Previous to around 2003, shopping outside the city center had a sort of quazi-Soviet vibe to it. The desk clerks were a million miles away, greetings weren't common, conversations even less so, but I soldiered on and maintained my open-minded friendliness and eventually the tides turned to what we have today: happy workers and happy customers, all in it together.
But I know what you mean about Irish cashiers: the Tesco in Ballyfermot has a check-out decorated with Mary Byrne's photos and loads of pink balloons.
You had to laugh.
I suggested that you start the thread. Food & Drink is a happy place for you, no?
Like more of a challenge do you
I use the self-service myself but make no mistake, it's a - "Fuck off, do it yourself.", that's how Dave likes his service (he'd probably cook his own steak if they told him to)
On the plus side, almost all of the staff in my local supermarket are Irish and white
Mowl
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I use precisely NONE of the listed services.
DIY
Not particularly: I eat very well, but not the usual routine of meals most people are accustomed to.
I eat a late supper, usually a few hours before sleeps; that's what works for me.
Coffee for breakfast (these days it's instant - usually, doctor's orders) and some juice.
No time or interest for lunch.
Evening time: prepare and cook chosen supper, mix a Bellini, take sauna, eat, sleep - sometimes alone.
Nope, I don't shoplift - a mark like that? On my record? Are you completely fucking stupid?
Petty theft is for the idiots, and the desperate, but neither can avoid the law: all shops will prosecute, cops will be called, you will be escorted out of the mall in cuffs, your sins laid bare. The courts will process your case and it will involve proportionate penalties. No matter your social level, you will be penalized according to your income/wealth.
This in formation will be available via your record to a number of institutions, and you can't access it to alter or delete it.
Steal for kicks? Police/Court/Probation Services.
Steal to feed the kids? Police/Social Services/Court/Probation Services.
Steal because you were all fucked up on drugs? Police/Social Services/Court/Probation Services/Jail.
Steal habitually? Police/Social services/Court/Probation Services/Jail.
It's not a serious enough offence for deportation, but deportation after incarceration is an option for more serious crimes.
Community services can arrange placements at a number of points:
Free food lines.
Courtyard maintenance services around (non-private) semi-state public housing.
Roadways and motorways general services.
Public transport cleaning services.
Roads and pavements maintenance.
Parks and green spaces.
Clean-up operations after large-scale public events.
Plus many more positions: one will be chosen for you if you don't choose for yourself.
So you see: petty theft of any sort will not be tolerated.
Maybe you should update your tag-line accordingly, you stupid cunt.
I'm sure you service yourself more than once a day.
To whom?
What?
Almost?
By design or by chance?
Which brand of store is it?
Tesco?
Bashir Singh's Cornershop & Off License?
Lidl/Aldi?
Dunne's Stores?
Other?
The one that made me laugh is the Indian/Pakistani/whatever Asian food takeaway in upper Ballyfermot. The Dad ran the joint and his son was second in command. They disliked each other intensely and there were always rows between the two of them during business hours. The locals thought them hilarious. Then they had a serious scrap and the son resigned. The Dad kept on the business as usual. Then the son opened another takeaway NEXT DOOR to his Dad's shop, and called it by the same name.
They had even worse scraps, sometimes spilling out onto the street and their respective shops wrecked by each other.
They're still there, still fighting, still with the yelling and screaming, and still ripping off each other's recipes on the listed menu items.
I wanted to visit when I was home last September, but events didn't allow for it.
I learned to earn my money from a very young age.
I chose drums: not a cheap option for a kid, even a pair of sticks cost a week's wages on the paper round back then.
Dave, have you ever felt like that when you returned to the motherland?
Nope, the only time I hear my actual name outside the family home is at the airport security desk on arrival.
Everyone else calls me Mowl.
But it happens all the time in Finland, and I enjoy it - in fact, I reinforce their off-pronunciation and tell them they're bang on.
I've been 'Dai-Heeti, Deity, Die-tee', and on one occasion 'Taig'.
That one was on an envelope sent to me by a local business with whom I spoke to an assistant of by phone; I spelled out my name verbally and that's what she came back with. Oh, and my second name? O'Lerig.
Taig O'Lerig.
You have to laugh.
I did.
That's the norm in my local supermarket, but like I said, it's mostly Irish and white
The local Spar is different, the (cheapskate) Irish manger/owner replaced all the (I think mostly local) Irish kids with Indians..
Trying to communicate with a 75 IQ jeet who can't speak English is a nightmare
You can't have your usual strop.. my tag-line [sic] are exactly the words you posted here, verbatim. And the meaning was clear - you're nothing more than a common thief
And please don't pretend that you're worried about the social services clamping down on you
I'm sure you service yourself more than once a day.
To whom?
What?
Almost?
By design or by chance?
Which brand of store is it?
Tesco?
Bashir Singh's Cornershop & Off License?
Lidl/Aldi?
Dunne's Stores?
Other?
The one that made me laugh is the Indian/Pakistani/whatever Asian food takeaway in upper Ballyfermot. The Dad ran the joint and his son was second in command. They disliked each other intensely and there were always rows between the two of them during business hours. The locals thought them hilarious. Then they had a serious scrap and the son resigned. The Dad kept on the business as usual. Then the son opened another takeaway NEXT DOOR to his Dad's shop, and called it by the same name.
They had even worse scraps, sometimes spilling out onto the street and their respective shops wrecked by each other.
They're still there, still fighting, still with the yelling and screaming, and still ripping off each other's recipes on the listed menu items.
I wanted to visit when I was home last September, but events didn't allow for it.
I learned to earn my money from a very young age.
I chose drums: not a cheap option for a kid, even a pair of sticks cost a week's wages on the paper round back then.
Nope, the only time I hear my actual name outside the family home is at the airport security desk on arrival.
Everyone else calls me Mowl.
But it happens all the time in Finland, and I enjoy it - in fact, I reinforce their off-pronunciation and tell them they're bang on.
I've been 'Dai-Heeti, Deity, Die-tee', and on one occasion 'Taig'.
That one was on an envelope sent to me by a local business with whom I spoke to an assistant of by phone; I spelled out my name verbally and that's what she came back with. Oh, and my second name? O'Lerig.
Taig O'Lerig.
You have to laugh.
I did.
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