Karnal
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I went to the Woolworths deli counter the other day and tried to buy some fetta cheese.
Ask me to slow down if you can’t keep up, old boy.
Anyway, I took a ticket and waited for my number to be called. After finalizing another customer’s order, they called my number and asked me what I wished to purchase. I asserted my desire for fetta cheese. Of the Australian variety, thank you very much.
Sorry, old chap, I can’t stomach that foreign muck. Please don’t take offense.
So they pointed at some fishy white paste floating in water and I said, no. Australian, thanks.
They looked at the label.This is Danish, they said.
I want Australian, I said.
But it’s made in Australia, they said.
Well.
I can’t print my immediate response, but I can assure you, I was ropeable. Australian Danish cheese? What if I happen to want just Australian cheese? Or even Danish Australian cheese - will they sell me that?
They checked. No.
I’m not having that. I want Australian fetta cheese.
They couldn’t do it.
Let me tell you, I promised to take my custom elsewhere in future. I wasn’t having that nonsense. If I want Australian, Australian it shall be. I have been shopping at the Woolworths chain for many years. Good heavens, my family has been shopping there for generations.
And they wanted to sell me some foreign muck, supposedly made in Australia, but made to sound foreign.
Nothing personal, old boy, you understand.
Pathetic, just pathetic. I told them so too. I can assure you, I gave that Indian deli chap a piece of my mind.
I didn’t even give him my ticket.
Can you believe it? Australian Danish cheese.
In the end, I went and bought some from Coles.
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