Oh dear. My relationship with this One-Stop has come to a bitter end. It started well enough, because they happened to be open one Saturday night when I was in dire need of 12 cans of Carlsberg, and the evening culminated in me kissing Hot Steve and that was dead nice, so I did have fond memories of this garishly-coloured convenience store.
Then we came here last Sunday at about 5 o'clock and didn't get to leave til half past because of the ridiculously incompetent staff. We only wanted bread and milk, but were queuing for twenty minutes (I sh*t you not). There were two guys on the tills, and ever single transaction seemed to require the consultation of the other till person. It was amazing to watch. Sort of like car crash TV. Everyone in the queue was huffing and puffing and tutting and tapping their feet. Including me. And that, dear reader, is why I shall go to Bargain Booze instead in future. read more