PIERRE HERME X FAUCHON

Eu visitei duas lojas de comida chiquerrimas hoje. Uma delas,  Pierre Herme, vende macaroons e chocolates.
O lugar e teoricamente sofisticado, os doces excepcionalmente deliciosos e o servico de alta qualidade. Visitei a loja da galeria lafayette. assim que entrei na espelunquinha, na loja, cumprimentei as imbecis, funcionarias que vao apodrecer atras daquele balcao, se nao forem demitidas por justa causa antes que isso aconteca, trabalham la.
Pois e. Eu, educadissima, disse:

- Bom dia!

E as duas cretinas, coitadas, imbeciloides, macacas, fulanas, simplesmente cairam na risada. Riam, riam e riam um pouco mais. Nao havia mais ninguem na loja. So as duas topeiras e eu.

Confesso que eu me senti mal. Cheguei ate a me sentir humilhada pelo tratamento. Como eu tenho um certo complexo de achar que a culpa de tudo e minha, fui logo tentando imaginar o que e que EU tinha feito para provocar tamanha grosseria. Nao demorei muito a perceber que as duas eram simpolesmente duas desqualificads que deveriam estar na fila do salario desemprego, ou sentadinhas na porta da Notre Dame, pedindo esmola, ou comendo os restos da comida dos pardais.

 Sai de la e fui para a Fauchon, uma loja com uma variedade de guloseimas incrivel. De chas a cafes aromatizados (em grao), de macaroons - quem precisa da Pierre Herme?? - a delicados petiscos, ha de tudo nessa loja.

E o atendimento e de verdade show de bola! Recomendo a qualquer um que va a Paris!

Comprei uma latinha de cha perfumado para a minha mae, e sai de la me sentindo a Rainha da Inglaterra. Fui bem atendida, descobri a existencia de uma loja nova, passei uns bons momentos me deliciando com os produtos da fauchon. e a Pierre Hermes que se dane...

Claro que quando cheguei em casa escrevi um e mail para  a dita loja, quem sabe a grosseria das fulaninhas e algo nao aceitavel para os padroes deles, e alguma providencia vais er tomada?

Nunca se sabe, ne?


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Today I visited two food stores in Paris. The first one, Pierre Herme, who is supposedly sophisticated, charming and exclusive, was nothing but a disappointment. Imagine That i arrived and greeted them as I normally do. There were two employees behind the counter and no clientes. Or no OTHER clients, I should say.
They looked at me and bursted into laughter. Can you imagine that? I felt humiliated, sad and terribly down.

To cheer me up, I went straight to Fauchon, another gourmet shop, this one far more complete than the first.
They have a huge variety of products, from coffee beans to savories. And an exceptional training team, who taught the employees to treat their clients with respect.

I bought a tin of flavored tea for my mum and swore I will never set foot at Pierre Hermes again. Bastards. Yep, i did write a complaint e mail. hopefully someone will care.

LONG LIVE FAUCHON!!!

Dubai - am I in ou out?

I got to Bahrain airport quite early, to avoid delays and because I am pretty excited to see friends I have not met in 5 years!

There were no queues. It was my lucky day. I only took a small suitcase, one of those cabin pieces, but I had lots of dangerous goods in it, so it had to be dispatched. After a couple of minutes standing in front of the check in operator, I asked:

- Is there a problem?

- Are you getting your visa on arrival?

- Yes, here is an e mail from Immigration pre approving it. and handed him the paperwork

- hummm... where is your husband?

- working. but in this paper I just gave you, you will see copies of all his documents. His visa, his residency permit, his passport, everything.

he made a call. another call. he stared at the computer and I felt my luck slipping through my fingers.

- wait a moment - he said. and went to a cubicle where the supervisor was.

I managed to wait for a little while, but then followed him.

- Is there a problem?

- You are not boarding. You don't have a visa, and you are not travelling with your husband.

- But if you check this paper in his hand, you will see I got a pre approval from immigration in Dubai.

- They are not going to let you in. Travelling alone, without a visa and with your residence coming up in less than 6 months. Just not going to happen.

I called S. that friend of mine who organized my trip, and sent me that e mail I was trying to show them, but her phone was out of area, then I panicked, and broke into tears. I cried, and cried and cried.

The check in operator took my luggage out of the carrousel and handed it back to me. Along with the letter he refused to read.

I felt humiliated. I cursed and I called Rose, who is also S's friend.. I have no clue how she managed to understand me, because I was unable to articulate any decent word,but she did and she assured me she was going to 'find S for me.

I could not stop sobbing. I called FAbio cried a lot, I almost drove him crazy.

A minute latter S called me, asked to speak with the supervisor (same I had dealt with) who immediately pointed me to a new check in booth - assuring me everything was sorted.

I am not sure what was sorted, but I knew my puffy eyes would take a long while to be back to normal.

S called me back and said it would be possible that I experienced more problems in Dubai, but she gave me a couple of numbers to use, if things were not smooth enough. The airport ground operations manager was one of them.

My stomach jumped and turned all flight. I was a wreck.

I got to Dubai, and before I reached the immigration booths, I was approached by a lady:

- Are you Inaie?

- Yep.

- We called your name in the aircraft and you did not identify yourself. We also called you on the airport's PA system - you also did not come to us.

I could only think. Oh, crap...what the hell now?

- Come with me, I will help you through immigration.

Phew!

She filled my paperwork, went somewhere, got a signature and in a second I was ready to go through immigration. The guy looked at my paperwork and asked:

- Where is your husband?

Oh dear, here we go!
The lady replied on my behalf:

Look at the paperwork, she has a signature from general X... (whoever this guy is)

The man checked the signature, stamped my passport and all I could hear was:

- Welcome to Dubai!!

In less than 10 minutes I was out the airport... S is was my guardian angel!