CLASSIC PRIMITIVE: A Violent Experience
Only in the recounting of this experience did i find the powerlessness of words to capture the emotions any single one experience can cause.
As a police case, it is small.
To those who were not there, it is small.
To those who may have only heard, it might seem small.
The inaccuracy of words to convey the strength of emotions felt can cause hurt and confusion.
And here it goes.
My sis and i and rayn went to this bloody shop, CLASSIC PRIMITIVE at QUEENSWAY SHOPPING CENTRE on the second floor, to shop for jeans for my sis last evening. And the experience we got is a whole lot more than we bargained for. from a bespectacled bitch.
My sis tried two pairs of jeans, but both didnt look good, and she didnt have what we wanted, so after that, i suggested that we leave the shop. While we were on the way out, the fucked up bitch said: " In this shop, if you want to seriously buy jeans, you must try properly."
Wait, wth is try properly? but never mind. for the very reason that this sentence is un-understandable, my sister asked, "What do you mean?" in the most civil tone anyone could ever use to a saleswoman who is starting to piss you off.
And this woman, failing to comprehend my sister's question, repeats. And repeats what she said. And at one point of time, although i didnt hear it, my sis said she said: "Try try, then don't buy!"
Score one for a rhyme. But bitch, if you cant handle the SALES line,lock yourself in your room and lick the dirt off your toes.
Before long, when she realised her arguement was heading nowhere, she said "GET OUT OF MY SHOP".
now. that one sentence is enough for us to get her to CASE.
and my sis did not leave. and in all holiness, she should not have. being chased out by a woman who has given you such horrible customer service, for no apparent reason?
a situation that calls for standing up for yourself, even if you knew it would escalate matters and there would be no solution.
because, the moment you walk out the door after she says that, you are:
1. telling her it is ok to chase customers out
2. that you think you deserve to be chased out cos you didnt buy anything
3. that because she owns the store, she owns your rights to stand in there
but anyway, my sis calmed herself down within a whole 5 seconds, and in a remarkably sensible tone said: "As a customer, it is my right to do what i want." And she went off to look at more clothes.
And what happened next is enough to win the bitch an Oscar if they have a title for "Best Defence for Crazy Sales Bitches".
She picked up the phone, hit my sister with it, and then went on to call the police. yes, you read that right. SHE went to call the police.
and she did a fucking convincing performance of being harrassed and attacked.
i cant explain any further without the aid of an video, which i really hope i had taken.
however, i was holding rayn and therefore, i was quite torn, not knowing what to do.
and it never occurred to me to take a video.
when i went to join my sister, she started tell the police on the phone that "Ah! Help, now they are pressing against me. Please come faster. They are threatening me." complete with sound effects.
and then when my sis tried to leave the shop after that, she blocked my sister's exit, and READ: TOOK A HANGER AND HIT MY SIS ON HER HEAD, BACK and SHOULDERS till the HANGER BROKE.
well i beat her once, and she lashed out at me with the hanger as well.
but sense came to me, and i realised, the victim loses his case if he retaliates too much.
anyway, she then pulled my sister's hair with both her hands.and pushed a rack of her own clothes down in the process. my sis forced me to go away cos rayn was still there, and i left.
OH, AND AT THE END OF THE INCIDENT, THE CRAZY BITCH HAD SELF-INFLICTED SCRATCHES.
she broke free after that and called the police.
now let me tell you the 2 most disgusting things out of this thing that happened:
1. about 100 people watched it happening, and no one entered to help my sister, who was very obviously being attacked. i suppose the men swallowed their dicks. and the women.. well. seriously, where are the humans in Singapore guys?
2. a lady was in the shop when the incident just started. she dropped everything and scooted out of the shop, only to return 10 min later when everything had simmered down. morals people, morals.
my sister then gave her statement to the police, and the bitch did as well. would you believe this? after this happened, the saleslady belonging to IMH or the grave was all smiles, the picture of peace, and telling other customers of the tragedy that had befallen her.
the policeman strongly recommended my sis to go to the hospital to have a medical checkup, just in case the crazy bitch takes the matter to court.
and lo and behold, the bitch had gotten there before us! for her self-inflicted scratches no doubt, and unstable mind, hopefully.
well, then, i found myself face to face with the disgusting objectivity of law. how when you know who is actually in the right, who the victim is, and yet the fabrication of a situation can lead to doubts.
evidence is given so much importance (of course, there is no other way) and that in itself, lends as a huge disadvantage when you want to seek justice.
i am left feeling powerless even though i watched the entire incident.
now we just gotta wait for the next step from the police.
the irony of this is that we have visited this store before, and i recommended my friend to buy my black skinny jeans from here.
anyway, please please please, DONT EVER GO TO THIS STORE.
the store owner is a hazard to customers.
and please spread the word around.
thanks.
posted by mangofever @ 11:45 AM
