*Blogger demands free birthday cake from branch staff, then
brags about it online - Kitchen Tigress
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It's just a storm in a teacup, and unlike the comments
posted I think it's tasteless (I have higher standards for clever,
funny pranks), but do you think? Refer to sentences in bold for a
sypnosis.
Yesterday, I went to OCBC Bank, the one at Marine Parade, and asked
for a birthday cake. According to the bank's advertisement,
their customers get a cake on their birthday, complete
with burning candles and a birthday song. And yes, it was my
birthday yesterday. If you haven't already seen the TV ad, here
it is
There were five ladies wo-manning the counter at OCBC. The one who
got the short straw was xx Ming. Young, quite cute and quite sweet.
Unfortunately, she was wearing a red and white polo shirt with four
different coloured buttons, in thick polyester. Hm, OCBC probably
paid a lot of money for some consultant to come up with the hideous
design. I gave xx Ming my IC – that's identity
card to those not familiar with the Big Brother state –
which has my DOB on the front. She went about quietly
processing my cash deposit. Was she alerting her
colleagues it was my birthday with a secret 'birthday button'
underneath the counter? The one beside the panic button for bank
robbers? Please don't press the wrong button! I was sure
someone was lighting the candles on my cake as I waited,
and all the staff were getting ready to shout, 'SURPRISE!'
Something like this:
xx Ming looked up and asked me if I wanted to update my address.
'No, thank you.' I had deliberately given OCBC a non-existent
address because it's the only way to stop the bank from sending me
bits of paper every month. I can't opt out of hard copy statements
but if they're returned to the bank three months in a row, they're
suspended. A roundabout way to outwit the system and the tree
murderers who run it.
After making sure I didn't want my address updated, xx Ming
handed me my receipt and IC. I glanced to the left . . . . No one
jumped out with a cake topped with burning candles. I glanced to
the right . . . . No one started singing 'Happy Birthday to yooou .
. . !' xx Ming gave me a weak smile and a
is-there-anything-else look. 'Er, it's my birthday today.
Do I get a birthday cake?' Since the subtle way wasn't working, I
had to be explicit about my real purpose for visiting the
bank. xx Ming blinked, then blinked again. She turned to
her colleague on her right and said, 'It's her birthday. She wants
a birthday cake.' Then, she turned to her colleague on her left and
said, 'It's her birthday. She wants a birthday cake.' The three
ladies smiled and looked at one another, probably thinking I was
joking. And probably hoping their smiles would make me go away.
Wrong! 'OCBC has an ad that says customers get birthday
cakes. You know the ad?' 'But it's just an advertisement,' xx Ming
said. 'Yes, it's an ad, which I take very seriously.' 'But it's
just an advertisement . . . .'
When it was clear I was dead serious about getting a cake, one of
the teller ladies got up to consult her supervisor. Of course, such
an important person wasn't sitting at the counter. He was hidden
from customers' view by a door with a high-tech digital lock. Tick,
tock, tick, tock, . . . . 'Have other customers asked for birthday
cakes before?' 'No, you're the first one!' Tick, tock, tick, tock .
. . . 'A "Happy Birthday" would be nice, you know?' All I got was a
blank look, and 'But it's just an advertisement.' xx Ming was
starting to sound like a broken record ipod. Tick, tock, tick, tock
. . . . 'Er, I have a birthday dinner to go to. I hope I can get
the cake quickly?' 'I can't guarantee that.' 'You can't guarantee I
would get a cake, or you can't guarantee I would get a cake
quickly?' 'Both.' 'Then why do you advertise that you give
customers birthday cakes?' 'But it's just an
advertisement.' Tick, tock, tick, tock . . . . I
was thinking no one was ever going to say 'Happy Birthday' but the
lady on the right finally did. She got off her butt,
walked over and wished me 'Happy Birthday'. It took her, like, 10
minutes but hey, it was better than nothing. Did Miss Cutey xx Ming
who was sitting right in front of me join in and wish me 'Happy
Birthday'. Hell, no! Maybe she wasn't in a good mood 'cause she was
working on a Sunday? Well, I wasn't feeling jubilant either, unlike
Mrs Tan, the one in the TV ad, who got a birthday cake without
asking:
After an eternity, the bank teller lady who went off to consult her
supervisor emerged from the internal bowels of the bank.
'We don't have any cake . . . . It's just an advertisement
. . . .' 'If you don't give customers birthday cakes, why do you
advertise that you do?' She went back to her supervisor. Tick,
tock, tick, tock . . . . After another eternity, she came back,
this time with a bright yellow shopping bag. Would I like the
shopping bag instead? 'That's not a cake,' I said. NO
CAKE! NO CANDLE! NO GOOD! She disappeared behind the door
again.
After yet another eternity, the supervisor, xx Keong,
joined me on my side of the counter. Would I like to
discuss the matter with him in a separate room? 'Why? Is there a
birthday cake with a candle in the room? No? Then we can discuss
here. Your advertisement says customers get birthday cakes, so I'm
here to collect my birthday cake.' 'Yes, but in the advertisement,
the bank surprises the customer, not the other way round! You're
not supposed to surprise us!' Heheh, he had a point there. 'If
there's any sincerity in the advertisement, you wouldn't be
surprised,' I retorted. 'The point in the ad is that the bank gives
the customer a surprise. If I give you a cake now, you wouldn't be
surprised,' he returned. I almost burst out laughing. 'If you give
me a cake now, I promise I'll be very surprised.' For the
next few minutes, he tried to wriggle his way out of giving me a
cake. 'It's just an advertisement blah blah blah. . . .' I
can't remember everything he said but there wasn't anything that
convinced me I should leave without a cake. After all, the ad
didn't have conditions like 'while stocks last' or 'offer expires
whenever'. I thought I had to lie down on the floor and kick my
legs in the air. Boy, that would be fun, wouldn't it? But before I
could do that, he caved in and said, 'Ok, I don't have a
cake now but I can go and buy you a cake.' Of course, when
he said 'I', he meant one of his female underlings. It took
another eternity for a bank teller to get the cake from a bakery
round the corner.
In total, it took me five eternities to get the miserable
three-inch cake from OCBC. It was topped with a heap of
artificial cream, the kind that doesn't melt in Singapore's
tropical heat and I never eat. Frankly, my homemade cakes
are way better. (Click here for recipes.) The plastic tree
and plastic Hello Kitty? Tacky tacky tacky! Not to mention the
danger of a child choking on them, especially when the 'leaves' can
be detached from the 'trunk'!
Getting OCBC to cough up the cake was like prying something from a
dead man's cold, hard fingers. Or squeezing blood from a stone.
But advertisements are so often deliberately misleading, I
couldn't resist the temptation to show an advertiser that
misleading ads can sometimes backfire. A taste of its own
medicine, perhaps? I allowed myself to be misled into thinking that
OCBC was giving customers birthday cakes. And you can do the same,
too. I asked xx Keong if I could tell all my friends that
they can get birthday cakes from OCBC. He said it might not be a
cake but it would be 'something' if it's their customer's
birthday. Well, if you're not happy with that 'something',
just insist that it was a cake in the TV ad. And you can do your
part for consumer rights any day of the week, except public
holidays. OCBC branches are everywhere and 18 of them (click
here for a list) are opened 11am-7pm, including Saturdays and
Sundays.
