Now I love Barbados... but its a lot like Communism... a great theory but when you actually have it running in a practical sense it SUCKS... today's case-in-point... setting up a Bridal Registry...
In order to set up our Bridal Registry, I called Cave Shepherd to schedule a date we could come in and do all the picking out of stuff. Would that it were so easy! This apparently is not how it works... First you have to go in to Register to Register... yeah... you have to physically go into the office to make an appointment to COME BACK and select all of the goodies that you want people to buy for you. Does this make sense to ANYONE? I couldn't simply do this over the phone??? In a NORMAL country you CALL them to make an appointment to come in to select stuff...
Just another example of the rediculousness of Barbados... I also hate going into town specifically for other reasons, predominantly the rampant scent of urine, and the constant barrage of offers for a taxi... Now don't get me wrong, were I to want a taxi the ability to draw taxi-men like flies would be GREAT, but it gets annoying when they are standing in a group and you have to tell each one individually that you do not require a taxi. The faux british accents just add to the effect really...
Today's specific town annoyance? Assholes that park IN FRONT OF the entrance to the fenced off parking area, instead of just going inside and paying the measely $1 per hour. It's not just the sheer cheapness that bugs me, it is the whole fact that they parked in such a way as to actually partially BLOCK the entrance. WTF???????
- Matt
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