Yule Louvre Colds
Late last night I ventured to the local Coles to get a few things I needed. It should be pointed out that this particular location is open 24 hours a day, barring selected public holidays.
As one of the things I wanted was pancetta (lol wog food), I approached the deli and requested some shaved pancetta. This wasn’t to be, as the bitch behind the counter informed me I could fuck right off as she’d already cleaned the slicer.
Fuck that shit. It’s a 24 hour store, and as such I should be able to get my shaved pancetta 24 hours a day.
On the way out of the store I noted a poster hanging on the wall telling me I could go to some stupid fucking website and tell them what I thought of my shopping experience. Still highly pissed off at the fact I couldn’t get any fucking pancetta, I decided they were going to hear about it. Having no pen on me I took a photo of the poster with the website address.

Typing in customersaccountatcoles.com.au led to the address not resolving. So I tacked a www. at the start. Still no go.
So, on an off-chance, I tried customerscountatcoles.com.au, and it worked.
I’m guessing whichever fuckwit typed up that poster forgot to turn off the auto-correct function in MS Word, or they just fucking suck at proof-reading. Or maybe both.
Either way, useless fucking cunts. And I still have no pancetta.









That’s fucked. I used to do grave yard shift at a 24hr coles and while the deli would shut at midnight someone else would always go and get people their pancetta if they wanted any. I’d say the person was just lazy.
I read it as as “Customer’s a Cunt at Coles”
Should have asked to see the Duty Manager at the service desk.
If you were orthodox muslim or jewish, you wouldn’t be having these sorts of disasters.
Fuck the filthy fuckers!
You should be glad you have a 24 hour Coles New World. Ours close at 9pm on weekdays, 5:30pm weekends. Sucks when you can’t buy lube after work. Least I got spit to get started.
Depends… I used to work in the deli and I used some strong stuff on the slicer that I wouldn’t want in anyone’s food.