From Regular For Years To Not Gonna Shop There Ever
I had been a regular for years basically because I was one of those gullible individuals who believe that higher price and larger store necessarily mean more trustworthy and higher quality. I bought a huge range of products, from charcoal biscuits to liquid cod liver oil, from turmeric capsules to peppermint essential oil, from Swiss herbal lozenges to 1L Soya Milk throughout my shopping history with Holland and Barretts.
On the fateful day of 8/3 Tuesday, in the time range of 11:15am-11:35am (I am not so exact because I was so angry back then), I was told by a shop assistant in a Nottingham City Centre store (neither Lister Gate nor Victoria Centre branch) that I was not supposed to be there.
The first thought that came to my mind was: "I thought racial segregation in retail is supposed to have been outdated." I had no clue why I was not supposed to be there, so I asked her why.
She told me that she saw me trying to pinch something before. I was so shocked that I went all inarticulate and high-pitched, but I still managed to ask her the classical questions: When? Which product?
She was all vague but tried to sound certain, especially when I asked her the WHEN question. She went ballistic on me and asked, "How do I know when?" You cannot accuse somebody of attempting to shoplift and then refusing to answer the basic WHEN question. I was sure that she was making things up because she didn't want a person dressed almost in rags taking up any space in the store even though I was the only customer inside at the time. I assured her that I would do nothing like that and she could watch me shop, I have never been bothered by staff escorting and observing me while I'm shopping because it's their duty to minimise product loss and to assist any customer in need, but to banish a person for arbitrary reason is just way too unprofessional! From what I heard, she claimed to have watched me trying to pinch something from the frozen foods area (the most irrational of choices I must say, of all the useful and expensive products, frozen foods simply aren't worth stealing). She was saying it while standing very close to me as if she actually watched me do it. She even asked another member of staff for confirmation, "Is this the lady not allowed in the store?" That member of staff took an extremely brief look from afar and said yes, then she disengaged by looking elsewhere and doing something at the counter.
This rude shop assistant even went on to claim that their manager spoke to me before. I was shocked because I don't even know who the manager was. It turns out that the manger was actually a manageress, but I still don't know who it is to this day. When I asked for her, the shop assistant claimed she's on holiday. How many more lies can one take? She went mad and asked me, "Why are you questioning me?" What right did she have to be mad? I told her clearly that it simply wasn't me. Well, there's no way somebody would look, sound and behave so like me that I would be mistaken for someone else this up-close for more than 5 minutes! She repeatedly insisted that it was me, that's when I concluded that she's a baldfaced liar.
Not only did she threaten to call security on me (if I had been even more ferocious, I would have called the police for any unjustified force used by the security to throw me out), but she sounded all sarcastic and claimed that I must have a twin. I deny having a twin, there's just no way in this world would I have a twin unless it's a shapeshifting alien. Do I now have grounds to accuse this shop assistant of being on drugs at the time? I am sure she would be mad if my accusation was false. It's that same feeling. Of course I went out before she called security, because I'm not conflict-seeking by nature, but one cannot expect me to give up without a fight when it comes to defending my honour.
I always assumed there're CCTVs in shops even if I cannot see them, and I have a crime-free record and personality. Christianity teaches me to be a good citizen, and that's who I am being. Jesus didn't steal or rob, neither did I. After that experience, I was tempted to go back and see their reaction, but in the end, I adopted the solution of peace. I go elsewhere to restock my supplies, it's their loss, not mine, that they banned me. After all, I had previously spent a lot of money with them, despite not finding their rewards card any useful. They have a wide product range, but to be honest, they are definitely overpriced. I can get the same things through Amazon and independent sellers, so I feel liberated. However, the general public needs to know the truth.
I always bring my ID with me and have never been afraid of the police because I know I walk and stand straight under the law. So if you doubt my trust credentials, don't be afraid to ask me questions regarding the incident.
I was planning to write a letter of complaint to the head office, but it's so much of a hassle that I was advised against doing so. What can I gain from writing and posting such a letter? A half-hearted apology AT BEST!
March 17, 2016
Unprompted review