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Post by 4wd on Jan 10, 2018 18:55:45 GMT
This was their last store doing things like this, on their last day in 1982  Hard to believe that the now normal self service in larger stores is a relatively new idea. |
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Post by quadbod on Feb 1, 2018 18:57:34 GMT
No particular reason but this reminded me of shopping in one of the local Co-Op stores which must have been back in the late 60's.
I can remember that when Mum or Dad bought anything in the store at that time, their money was sent off somewhere 'upstairs' to be dealt with.
I don't think I would necessarily want to go back to 'customer service' these days......
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Post by 4wd on Feb 1, 2018 19:32:01 GMT
You reminded me of my mother describing working in a Coop (again) at Stockton, soon after leaving school - about 1950. We were actually in the same building but it was a cafe then Anyway they had to put the cash in a sort of bowling ball and roll it down a track to a room at the back, similar idea no doubt. Details were hazy, if balls collided change got mixed up?  In those days the dividend was very important so perhaps to do with that. |
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Post by quadbod on Feb 1, 2018 21:37:46 GMT
You could be right. My Dad was always on about 'the divvy'. It seemed to be much more popular than the little bit of plastic I have in my wallet these days.
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Post by Joyce on Feb 1, 2018 22:03:28 GMT
Remember those canisters well (shades of Harry Potter) and Sainsbury Saturday shopping with a fiver for the week.
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Post by wr on Feb 1, 2018 22:27:37 GMT
I remember a shop in Aberdare where my grandmother was a regular customer. The money she gave the person on the counter was put in a canister, hung on a wire above the counter and off it shot through a hole in the wall. Change would then come hurtling back in the canister. We are so lucky to be part of that generation who can remember such simple things. I had forgotten all about it. Must remember to tell the "kids" about it tomorrow. They'll have a chuckle.
We would go to the Italian café with her for dinner and were amazed at the dumbwaiter.
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Post by wr on Feb 1, 2018 22:36:19 GMT
My mother always had her groceries from George Mason in Brecon. I'd be put to sit on a high stool next to the counter while the manager, Mr. Gosling would take the list and collect all the provisions and place them neatly in a box. Mrs. Gosling would always offer me a pink wafer biscuit out of a small wooden barrel. I remember the delivery boy cutting bacon on the bacon slicer and showing off, he sliced through the biggest part of his thumb.
I'll never forget the smell of the shop. Tea leaves and a spicy aroma.
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