Usually I deal with the young woman who is always cheerful and helpful. We chat when she eats lunch at La Noisette and I'm there at the same time. Her mother works at the local grocery and is equally warm and cheerful.
This time the young woman was busy and I had to go to the grouchy owner.
I know I have a bad French accent, often having to use different words or repronouncing things until my words click with the listener's brains, but je voudrais deux c piles is not a profound statement needing analysis.
The grouch said she didn't have any.
We then asked for A.
She didn't have those.
Rick looked behind the counter.
They were there.
He pointed at them.
She grudgingly gave them to us.
She then explained that the letters A, AAA, C, etc. isn't how you order batteries. You ask for the tiny, tiny serial number on the back of the package.
I've been buying batteries in francophone countries for 24 years and four months by the letter designation.
The owner is full of s--t. Grouchy s--t at that.
Was it anti-Americanism, anti non-native Catalan or what?
There is another tabac in town.
The second sold us one C battery, saying the new order would be in next week. He said it with a smile. We could see there was no other. The store A dix bail had a C battery in stock.
We won't go back to the grouchy lady tabac. I will continue to chat with the young woman when we go to La Noisette.
As they say S--T Happens!
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