My first visit to this establishment was my last.
I've seen the Poco Loco chain around, I love mercados and carnicerias, so I stopped by the one on FM 21 to pick up some fajita meat and some empanadas.
I was overwhelmed by the awesome selection of baked goods, and the meat market had an amazing selection of cuts.
I got 2 pounds of marinated fajita meat, some sweets, and a mango beverage.
I purchased my groceries and headed to the car, feeling great about a new store to visit.
I opened the car and reached for the fajita meat only to find that it was not in my bag.
I double checked my purchase and my receipt.
I have health issues that require me to check myself constantly to make sure that I'm functioning properly in an orderly society.
The fajitas were not in my bag.
I went back inside and found the cashier, and the fun began.
She immediately played stupid and pretended to not understand English.
I thought, cool, a mistake was made, here's my receipt, get me someone who can speak English.
She gets the assistant cashier, who hears the story first from the cashier.
She was told in Spanish by the thief, who didn't know that I've lived in South Texas all of my life and can understand the language, "I don't know what his problem is, he said he doesn't have his items, I think he's drunk".
The assistant looked at me in disgust and said that perhaps I should check my bags and my car for the missing item.
I was enraged.
I have medical issues and haven't touched a drop of alcohol in 2 years.
They obviously were trying to provoke me into creating a scene so they could have me trespassed.
I asked for the manager, and he joined the conversation.
All in Spanish. Once again, she told them I was drunk, and needed to leave.
I showed him my receipt, which he promptly tried to pocket. I demanded it back.
I showed him my bag of groceries that had a definite lack of fajita meat.
He tried to tell me that I was out of luck.
I told him to please come out to my car and I would show him everything in it to prove that his cashier was a thief.
They STILL told me that it was my fault, and I should leave. I told them I was calling the cops.
That got me a look of fear from the cashier.
She knew she was busted, but the look of utter contempt for me was enough to make my blood boil. I had enough of her thievery.
I was reaching for my phone when the manager demurred and gave me the $25 for the fajitas.
I will NEVER set foot in an establishment that tries to rob me and make me feel like I'm the culprit.
Adios, mofos. read more