Untrusting
"Whatever happened to please-may I? Or yes, thank you? ..Or how charming?" - Velma Kelly, Chicago (1926).
Recent incidents have drenched me with dismay. It only takes one or two to shred your wonderful day from a hundred favourable things.
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I got conned! Too late to confront on the spot so I lodged an online complaint the moment I got home.
The incident happened on Sunday night. It was past 10, late and I decided for a fast journey home since there was gonna be work tomorrow. I needed to grab some snack from the kiosk. So I had the cab stopped alongside the road and handled $52 to foot the $11 fare. Only after he changed me $1 did he confess he didn't have change for the $50 note. It didn't take more than 4 seconds he came up with the suggestion to charge the fare using NETS. Fine, I returned the coin together with my debit card, in consent to his suggestion. I placed the $2 note on the center-driver's armrest. I took the note and took over the NETS machine to key in my pin to proceed with payment. After that, I collected my loose items (wallet, Nexus phone, documents and keys) in the poor litten environment (he didn't bother to turn on the cab light). During this moment, there was a subconscious doubtful soul which keep telling me something's amiss. I inquired the driver whether he did return me my $50 note. "Yes" he replied in a "ya ya, I did, just get outta my cab" intonation.
Not very nice to risk the cabby's time, so I alighted promptly. Stepped out of the vehicle with a heavy heart, I forced hard on my memory, trying to recall whatever happened over and over again like fixing a 10 piece puzzle within 1 minute. I rechecked my wallet! Alas! There should be two $50 notes, now there's only one! - Treachery.
Sigh, how come this kinda crook still exist? Cheat the young's money through a intended lie.
To salvage the lamentable news for the month: A star chipped off my Swarovski Kris bear. Thanks to my aunt's deed to clean lor. So i carried the ornament of heartache to Orchard only to be informed by a friendly lady that repairs can be done at 4 collections points. She was kind enough to give me a card with the 4 collection branches with addressed imprinted and even suggest the nearest was Raffles City Shopping Centre.
With godspeed, I proceeded to Raffles City. The displeasing incident unfolds.
This chub was at the counter, opened up the blue box with a "man, just wanna get this over and done with" attitude. Definitely far from how the lady unpack when I got the crystal. He inspected the warranty booklet three times, each lasting for at least 2 minutes. Once when he first opened the box. Once before he took the piece out. And again after he put the piece back. It wasn't until the third time when my patience ran out that I clarified if there was something wrong with the warranty. And he said, he had trouble making up the date. Please la, you could have ask, There's only two date and it's hand-written bigger in size than the front size of what you read. His behaviour spoke of his doubt over my integrity. I swear to God, Jesus, Allah, Zeus, Achamán it was.
The way he advise. No, not advising. Sarcastic about separating the detached piece from the main crystal. Sigh. He mentioned "next time". The other Jason thought, "yeah right, there's not gonna be a next time. Definitely not with you".
The second wave of sarcasm came with the my filling of particular. My handwriting. "If your contact number is not clear, how are we going to contact you". Please la, say it in a better manner.
The three rings he worn, a metallic (filled with scratches) and two other "honestly ring" with plain crystals (not diamonds) and you speak to me in an airy manner. Totally not goodlooking at all. You are still a salesperson behind a counter providing service assistance. What the...
A piece of white paper will never be perfect with a black marker dot on it. I'm an easy-going customer. Ask James and others the limits of my tolerance threshold. This coming from me.. ain't sound fine.
Rude and cunning people. What is the world coming to.. Jeez! :(
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