How Qwikys pissed me off
I invite my friends for a small treat to Qwicky’s located inside the plush Lifestyle superstore. (Qwikys is roughly the Indian equivalent of Starbucks). We order funky submarines and milkshakes.
The counter guy requested for payment as I ordered. I whipped out my credit card and handed it to him. He looked up and said that credit cards were not accepted. I had that ‘what-the-f@*k?’ look on my face. I didn’t carry enough cash with me and the fella had already sliced & heated the subs, and whipped the shakes.
To hell with the food. I was a trifle embarrased ‘coz I now need to haul my friends to another joint. I was equally agast that a joint in one of the most upmarket superstores in Chennai does not accept plastic.
While we decided to walk out, the guy gave me a pathetic ‘what-do-I-do-with-all-this-food?’ look and I returned back a ‘Shove-it-up-where-the-sun-doesn’t-shine’ look.
Understandably, I didn’t ring the Qwikys trademark thank-you bell as we walked out.