*Nobleman* wrote:Ok so I was always on that Jewish tip, where they would try their hardest to spend their cash at five different jewish owned businesses before going to a gentile as it were. I always felt compelled to help Muslim businesses, be it white, somali, asian, arab, whatever. But their lack of professionalism and customer service is seriously starting to piss me off. You go to an Asian chicken shop, he somehow serves the black and cadaan people before you thinking this Muslim brother can wait, you go to the somali owned xawaalad or mechanics, he tells you to come at 10, he opens like 3 hrs later. Same shid with the Eygptian owned cafe, always making you pay up front unlike they other non muslim customers. I don't know man, just needed to rant, shid seriously pisses me off. They need to learn the basic fundamentals of customer service and later they wonder why the non muslim businesses are successful and they close up after 3 months.
Not saying all muslim businesses are like this, maybe just the ones I have come across in London.
Go ahead...give your money to the catholics jews and w.e
A while ago, all I was getting was 2 bags of haduudh...I went to the counter and the somali fella was like "Sorry, you need to spend a minimum of intaas oo gini to pay by card". I didnt have any change and it was pissing down with rain and the nearest cash point was a bit of a walk away. I was soaked when i entered the shop already and hes telling me to go to the freakin' cashpoint when it was raining cats and dogs!!! I wasnt expecting him to let me off and i would take the stuff for free or something, just let me pay by card!! He said, 'No' numerous times and told me to jog on, nacalaa. I swore id never go in there again after that but a few months later, I was on the bus home and hooyo called me. She was in need of some hilib and when i told her I was on so and so street she said...Haa, hadaba tukaanka hilibka ii si mar hooyo. I reluctantly entered and the somali guy at the hilib counter was serving 1 man. When he was done and saw me waiting.....for some fckin unknown reason he turned hes back on me and PRETENDED he was doing something else. I think he wanted to keep me in the shop for as long as possible because after that (all the pretending) he struck up a conversation with some other somali man and the other end of the shop. WTF! Fcking bastaadh still hasnt served me! When he finally looked at me as if to ask.."Haa walal, maxaan kuu keena?". I gave the idiot one ddddiiiirty look and walked out. I crossed the road to one of their rival meat shops...I hadnt been inside there before 'coz it was quite small and didnt really look like it had much. It was an Arab owned meat shop, the stuff was cheaper...and the people nicer. Never again am I entering that bloody somali shop again.
