Supermarket Saga - Part 2

Sigh, here we go again.

Look, may I firstly say that I DO love living in North Cyprus, that the weather here IS always better than you could imagine (even on the odd day when it buckets down, cos the next day is always sunny again) and that yes I know I AM very very lucky to have retired to the sun by the age of 30! 

But sometimes, just sometimes when things don’t quite go according to plan (understatement) I am allowed to get ANGRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.  And yes, I am probably violating the unwritten code of blogger ethics by using my blog as a vent for my anger and as therapeutic assistance in my journey back along the road to sanity (what do you mean back along the road Rhiannon?).  Anyway, it’s better I use my blog than Andy’s sensitive ears...I can’t go upsetting him...not fair.

What am I on about?

Well, you remember the last time I went to Lemar - when I nearly got arrested and I nearly got away with all my shopping for free?  Yes, well, it turns out that the credit card readers WERE down that day but they still managed to debit my card for the full amount of my shopping after I’d paid for it in cash...in fact they debited my card the day AFTER I’d been shopping?  Explain that if you can.

I had the card back safe and snug in my genuine fake Prada wallet at that time…

Now, I am the world’s worst for checking bank and credit card statements (don’t go getting ideas, it’s my New Year’s resolution to keep better track of my money!!!) but even I couldn’t miss LEMAR superbloodymarket 24th December 2004 on my online statement - nothing SUPER about it I can tell you.

Yes indeedie - on the 24th of December when I was tucked up here scared to leave the house because of flash flooding they were having a Christmas party on my Switch card it seems.

Made me a wee bit miffed I can tell you.
So we’re only talking about £40?
But that’s MY £40.
£40 I could do something useful with.

In fact (sorry, soapbox moment coming) I discovered it was missing when I logged in to check my account details to see how much Andy and I could donate to the Tsunami relief fund...obviously £40 less than I’d hoped I could.

So, the next time I wanted to go shopping (New Year’s Eve, am I mad?) I took my receipt and my receipt for the cash I drew out of the wall to pay for my shopping and my bank statement and I went back to the supermarket and hunted down the manager. 

I have to be honest with you by this time I was SO disappointed in the whole affair.

So, the manager took some explaining at...my Turkish ain’t what it should be afterall.  But in the end he took my point and said
“so, what do you think lady?  We’d better pay you back no?”

Yes, yes my friend, pay me back please.

So I went and did my shopping while he went to see his manager (he wasn’t the manager afterall?) to get the cash signed off.

I arrived back at the till only to find that they didn’t believe me any more?

They’d checked their records for the 23rd and there was no cash missing.
What?
Where’s the logic in that.
Of course there was no cash missing - I PAID FOR MY SHOPPING IN CASH ON THE 23rd.
You need to check whether you were £40 UP on the 24th you cretin.
My education wasn’t that good, I’m not brain of Britain - but even I could work that little bit of logic out.

Oh well, we can’t check the 24th now, we’ll check it next week.
Come back on Monday and we’ll tell you whether we believe you then.

Monday was yesterday, Monday I was busy.
Today is Tuesday, today I’m busy.
I live in Girne, Lemar is in Karaoglanoglu, Karaoglanoglu is a drive away...I don’t have time to drive there to see whether you believe me or not at your say so mister.

Am seriously miffed - have said that already.

So, I’ll go back tomorrow and see what they say.
Watch this space, do.

Sigh…
Again.