Pet Masters in Boksburg

Hell man, if there is something that pisses me off, then it is being served by idiots or kids that know [BLOG]all about the product they are flogging.

I call up Pet Masters and inquire about some birds, I am told that they have in stock at R200 ea, so I drive 80 odd kms out to them.

I get there and am greeted by a barrage of youngsters. I make my way to the aviaries with two of these dingle berries stuck to my butt.

I see the birds I am interested in, prices marked on the aviaries are R200 and R250 ea, I get one of the Dingle berries to make sure of the price and get a container for the birds I am buying, while the other proceeds to catch two pairs for me.

Dingle berry one comes back saying R250 ea,  R50 more than I was told on the phone and a huge messed up box, Dingle berry two still has not managed to catch a single bird

Eventually I tell him to get out the aviary, take the net a catch the birds from outside.

We get to the till and the till tapper hits me with R1200, I tell her the price, she calls another muppet who tells me they are R300 ea, then the [BLOG]er proceeds to say “where in SA do you think you will find these birds for R250 ea?”

Well needless to say he liked the birds more than me, so I pissed off and left him his birds, I then stopped in at Airport pets in Pomona and found the same Birds for R150 ea.

So [BLOG]er. I found them for half the price, around the corner, and best of all, without the [BLOG]ing attitude.

A West Rand Bird Farm

Isn’t it strange how a business owner would entrust a multimillion rand business to goons.

I walk into a West Rand Bird Farm today, I see four birds I would like to purchase, a pair of Whitehead White tail Ringnecks at R3000 and two Pied Ringnecks at R3000 each. I hang around the birdroom for 20 min, no one in sight, I walk to the other birdroom, see the guy serving a customer, so I wait, he finishes with him, them goes over and chats to a pretty customer fondling a hamster, my daughter walks over and asks for assistance, he then comes towards the birdroom following her, but then decides to chat up another customer half way, I patiently wait for him to try and sell a R150 lovebird to the customer, the guy does not buy sweet blow all, and this “sales” person dissapears, leaving me standing, I walk out and he is missing, another sales lady attempts to assist another client, can’t help him then she pisses off, I raise my voice, then she makes a half hearted attempt at asking what I want…. I walk out the shop, and there in the parking lot is the first “sales” person looking at more lovebirds, I voice my displeasure at the whole situation, he turns around saying that he thought that the other customer was the one who called him… daughter walked back with him when he chatted up this guy….

So a R9000 sale was [BLOG]ed up because it is easier to sell a Lovebird than it is to assist real buyers.

I was part owner of a Pet Shop, before my uncle died, and I will never forget something he told me once when I asked him why we don’t keep little Goldfish for kids to buy….he said that in the time it took the kid to decide which R3 fish he wanted, three customers willing to spend good money on expensive parrots had walked out, so it did not make business sense to keep fish which drive real customers away.

Moral of the story is that if you put a monkey behind the wheel of a bus, it does not make him a bus driver, he is still just a monkey behind the wheel of another man’s bus….