A few weeks back I was pass'in thru Ontario, Pally a mine and I goes for a bite whist I'm in town.
We stopped in the local Bi Mart to see if they had any ammo. I'm da kinda guy always likes a little ammo around. And yas know how hard it is to find nowadays doan cha?
Once in da joint yas has ta find the counter where they sell it. We did that. There's some tall dark headed dame smil'in and bs'in with some other frail at the counter. We stands there, and stands there, and stands there. Looks like the dark haired might be sell'in a gat to the other one, but they who really knows. I know this, she acted like we were da invisible men.
Finally I sez to da one gett'in paid to take care of Bi Mart customers, hey, could you get somebody back here to help us? She gets all rude and indignant and says well, what is it you need. I sez I need for you to pick up a couple boxes of that ammo on the other side of this counter and hand it to me so I can go buy it. She acts as though it's just kill'in her to do that. My pal is in my ear tell'in me to be kind, cause I doan feel very kind about then.
We got what we came for and just lefted outta there. I wanted to stop and find the manager but my pallie just wanted to roll on down the road. We hit da bricks.
Customer service is non existent in this particular Bi Mart store with this particular broad. That is NOT what I've come to expect from Bi Mart, most likely their sales folks are friendly and hard work'in. read more