I would like to give you a chance to explain yourselves for this shocking behaviour, both regarding the original incident and the lack of response. My blog gets read by people all over the world and this could be your chance to get some very good publicity. I could even make an appearance at your shop and get a photographer along.
Monday, 15 March 2010
Hows it goin?
I was very disappointed in the lack of response from Mother Tuckers, so much so that I wrote them a SECOND letter, to which they have still not replied.
Dear Mother Tuckers,
Good day. It’s Andy here, the guy who wrote you the letter about the out of date crisps. I hope this letter finds you well and that you have now learned the difference between pastrami and salami.
It is with great regret that I find myself writing to you, AGAIN!
I have not been good enough to grace your wonderfully named shop with my presence since “the out of date crisp incident.” So don’t worry I’m not writing to complain about another sandwich.
I am writing to express my extreme disappointment that you have not replied to my letter.
Why is this?
I have formulated several theories:
Perhaps you are not taking this situation seriously?
You really should!
I do not believe the selling of mediocre sandwich’s and out of date crisps should be taken lightly.
Perhaps you are all illiterate?
This would explain the lack of response; perhaps right now my original letter is up on your fridge being gazed upon as if it is some wonderful piece of art.
Perhaps the letter got lost in the post?
This is unlikely but possible, I don’t think anything ever really gets lost in the post, I think that’s just code for “couldn’t be arsed reading your mail.”
Perhaps you have been shut down?
Have trading standards been after you? It wasn’t anything to do with me.
Please do not take offence to any of my correspondence. I was simply very disappointed in my whole “Mother Tuckers” experience.
I have been in your position, so I know how you feel.
For the past several years I have been working as a restaurant manager in restaurants all over the world. So believe me when I say I know how much of a pain in the arse the public are.
But if I ever found out that my restaurant was selling out of date produce I would rectify the situation immediately, by any means possible. And I would make sure that any and all customers affected by this were contacted and apologies offered. I realise that a small sandwich shop in Aberdeen is not the same as a busy restaurant but surely the standards must still be the same.
And as I said before, isn’t it spectacularly illegal to sell out of date products?
I must advise you that I KNOW you have read my original letter, a friend of mine was recently in your shop and over heard a member of your staff discussing it with a customer. This is hardly professional behavior. Why would a staff member discuss a letter of complaint with a customer?
That strikes me as a little bit retarded.
As I said before, please do not take any offence to the comments I have raised in this, or my previous, letter. (Well, maybe the retarded thing, but I can’t say much, I’m not the brightest star in the heavens, that’s why I work in a restaurant and not at Nasa.)
I should let you know this letter is one of a series of letters I am writing as part of my 50 Envelope Challenge. (See my blog for details.) I am hoping one day to compile every letter and put them in a book. I would like for this small chapter to have a happy ending, but I guess that’s down to you.
I recently discussed this issue with my classmates and they have all agreed to boycott your establishment until a response is issued by yourselves.
I hope to hear back from you soon.
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Thats All For Now
Until Next Time
Have A Nice
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