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I would have thought that Next's Market sector is pretty competitive, my kids won't touch it and will go to Primark or New Look for the same stuff at half the price.
We had a similar instance to this in a supermarket we had not visited before. We chose the shortest queue but it turned out to take the longest - the shopper in front of us decided to engage in a prolonged and leisurely conversation with the woman on the checkout (they clearly knew each other), and the checkout woman's processing of items grew slower and slower as she got engrossed in what they were talking about to the point where she was virtually at a standstill. She must have seen we were getting more and more fed up, but it didn't make any difference.
No apology to us when we finally got our turn, so we decided there and then not to go back. There's plenty of supermarkets around. One experience like that is all it takes!
When that happened to me, I quietly seethed until I got to the check out and told the cashier that I couldn't wait any longer and could she possibly put the stuff back for me. There was no one behind me to inconvenience so I had a clear conscience.
Do you work in retail, and do you take customer services seriously?
i dont.. but on minimum wage i wouldnt care either.
I suspect one of the other reasons is the Spanish are just a miserable lot anyway...perhaps particually to tourists / foreigners. I've often found it in their shops as a tourist.Don't know how you lot would get on over here, there's no such thing as customer service.
All the staff are miserable little cows.
Carrefour in Malaga is the worst, out of 36 tills, there's never more than about 5 open, and it matters not how long the queues are, they'll never open another. In fact they will close one and send everyone in the queue to another queue.
One of main reasons is, that the labour laws here make it virtually impossible to sack anyone, so the staff just don't give a toss.
I could tell you some real horror stories, and maybe one day I'll get around to updating my blog and tell people about REAL life in Spain. Not the sanitized version that you get on holiday.