|Frying pan, $5|
I’m not always a stickler for the tenets of customer service. This is fortunate, because I recently had a price upped on me right before my eyes. I was paying for this frying pan at an op shop when some sort of head honcho swept into the store, picked off the $3 price sticker and announced to one and all, “A heavy-based pan should be at least $5.” Earlier, a different woman had noticed me looking at the jewellery and brought out some more. I mustn’t have spent long enough looking at the new jewellery because when I moved on she mumbled something under her breath. I nonetheless loved the shop and loved listening to those old biddies nattering amongst themselves. But a rude waiter at a trendy café? Intolerable.