The first time I popped into The Quik Shop, it didn't quite live up to it's name. On an incredibly infuriatingly wet afternoon in Bangor, I had popped in for, what I hoped, would be a short and sweet visit. I just wanted a magazine after all. Unfortunately, the staff were hmm-ing and ha-ing at the back of the shop, while attempting to locate some grocery or other. After a couple of minutes waiting / coughing / clearing my throat (I'm a pro), I was eventually served by a pleasant shop assistant. Bingo.
The second visit was more positive, and took place at 10pm on a balmy summer's evening. An alarming event had occurred (ie. the batteries in my camera had decided to die), and the prospect of an evening without prolific photo-taking was very unsettling. Where sells batteries? I asked myself, when *bing*, I remembered. Perhaps The Quik Shop would be the answer to my pictorial prayers.
Dashing down the street, I was delighted to see the shop still open. I asked the girl if they sold batteries, whilst at that exact moment noticing that they did indeed. She checked the price of 3 packs, and informed me that the 8 pack one was the cheapest. I took it, titillated by the apprehension of further photo-taking opportunities.
Thank you The Quik Shop for making my life whole again. read more