Things that make you go what? Service at the Store
One day I was making fajitas, trying to replicate some foods from home and I needed some parsley. Well, really cilantro but the closest thing is parsley. There is a Roda, a big supermarket chain, a block away so I made my way over and found the parsley. Like many grocery stores in the US, here you need to weigh and make your own price tag based on the weight and the code. The code was wrong for the parsley. I knew it when I was bagging it up, that what was printing out was not correct. I tried to find it in the catalog and look for someone to help but neither worked. So, I figured we could fix it at the register
I go to check out and all hell broke loose. In my broken Serbin (more on that later) I tried to explain the code was wrong which seemed to be quite the big deal. The cashier called on the phone for someone as we waited and waited and waited. The line as she was the only cashier open kept growing. Finally, the women came over and the fireworks really began as they bantered (banter is a nice way to say it) back and forth way to fast for me to understand. It seemed everything had been worked out as the cashier took my bag of parsley, putting it back behind her to the side and told me there was nothing they could do. So no parsley for me this day
If you have questions about Belgrade or Serbia, you can message me directly at carlton.conley@gmail.com. I have a number of resources I can call upon to get an answer. If you are in Belgrade perhaps we can have a beer sometime