Daiso Avenue K

Hello there and welcome to a Rant post where I highlight experiences that irritate me to my core.

So, the other day I had to go to Daiso to get two very specific items. Since it was so hazy outside, I decided to put my health first (shocker) and head over to Avenue K as it has an underground air-conditioned tunnel that allows me to walk from my workplace to Avenue K. The other alternative is to use the pedestrian bridge that is suspended above the major roads, but that would mean inhaling all that lovely smog.

As I make my (very long) way to Avenue K, I planned my journey. I’d go to the banks to do a little withdrawal and deposit on the way, then grab a bite to eat coming back.

Once I made it to Daiso, I proceeded to the stationary isle where I was greeting with messy items strewn all over the shelves and floor. To my dismay, the item I wanted was placed at ceiling level, out of reach for an already above average height self. I consoled myself that I’d simply get one of the staff to help me out. Finding and marking the file I wanted (it’s a specific zippered, see-through A4 hard cover file) I made my way to the counter where I inteded to look for the other item, an all in one usb card reader, and also to get the staff to get my file.

Upon reaching the counter, I was not greeted by the sole staff that was manning the cash registries. I didn’t mind so much because let’s face it, it’s our culture. I scanned the items on displayed behind the barricade of cash registers like a pickpocket. To my dismay (again), the usb card reader was not to be seen.

I politely asked the cashier if she knew where such thing was placed, but she merely stared at me through vacant eyes and whined that she didn’t know and that I needed to wait for The Captain to get back and ask him instead. This Captain was at the bank. Figuring that I couldn’t possibly stand in between The Captain and his Treasure Cheques, I then asked the cashier if someone could help me get my file from the top most shelf.

Again, she whine that she couldn’t help me because she was the only one there, and that I should wait to get The Captain to help me.

I thought that a peg-legged cartoon character couldn’t possibly make my mood better and wasting my youth at a 5 ringgit store (price without GST) would surely give me a heart attack, I left.

I walked to Daiso Pavillion. Using the pedestrian walkway. In the haze. *Cough *Cough

The Daiso in Pavillion has so much more variety and they don’t treat you like potential criminals by placing itmes out of reach behind the cash register. Also, there are staff always about, so getting help is not a problem. Plus, the file I wanted? Neatly placed at eye-level, color coordinated.

I am never going to The Captain’s Daiso at Avenue K again. It’s just not worth it.