I simply don't understand Argentine supermarkets at all and find every single trip to any of them to be nauseating and something I dread. Even worse when you're with your other half and she can see that you're irritable, or worse. Frankly I'm surprised I haven't killed someone yet.
Today at Carrefour Olivos, which was packed, two fucking tills out of eight were working and staff were lolling around seemingly enjoying the spectacle of 50 odd customers queuing up.
I asked one employee who had opened a till especially for a woman with a pram, but she said I couldn't join the till because she had opened it specially for the woman and promptly closed the fucker, turning on her heels.
Don't get me wrong, all very polite, because Argentines are the most polite people I've ever met. Especially when they're screwing you up the ass.
But seriously, why can't they move with the times and realise that customer service is a good thing. They simply don't care and that's what pisses me off.
Que vamos a hacer? or es lo que hay is all I hear.