Rogue traders

Being the wholly responsible parent that I am, this morning I decided to treat Ozzy to the delights of an ASDA breakfast.
Now I have eaten some real shite in my time but nothing could have prepared me for the inedible gruel that was dished up to us today.
Never have I felt more like Bear Grylls in my life.
Infact even he'd have sent this back.

So incensed was I by the £5:80 worth of uneaten filth on my plate that I, in a move completely out of character, felt the need to voice my displeasure. How saddened and enraged I was then after speaking to 'Mary' at the inappropiately named "customer service" desk to find out that I had no course of retribution with my grudge and that there was nothing she could do for me.
Not even an apology or refund.
I mean for fuck sake, the sausage that they intended me to feed to my 2 year old son looked like it had been fucking poached!
In piss!
It was, as I told Mary, almost as if the cafe had been fully stocked with that shitey ASDA savers range of so called food that you get that she and I both know is not fit for human consumption.
Still, no rebuttal.

Anyway, I had the last laugh by scoffing a whole bar of Green and Blacks organic chocolate without paying for it as I did my shopping and also I slid some salmon fillets dead far under the breadsticks shelf so they would thaw and honk the place out to fuck.

Fuck you Mary ya useless bitch!
Maybes that'll teach you.
Do NOT fuck with DC!

Anyway, the whole sorry episode, which was just another case of the little man being brutally raped by the big man in the unaccountable society of shit service that we have all but accepted as our lot in life,
got me thinking.

At least once a day I feel positively gutted by the lack of ownership or pride of service administered to me by modern day Britains public sector. Actually, it's probably a lot more than once.
From the 'no magazine in my Sunday paper' to the far more sinister
'shit missing from my recently delivered take away order',
the whole place has taken a turn for the worse.
Well no fucking more.
Today I stand up for the little man!
Today I start my crusade against the disservice.
Today I begin our fight back!

If you have found yourself at the mercy of disassociated Britains lack of pride in a job done or are just generally appalled by the state of service you have received at the hands of any retailer / provider / trusted individual / family member then I wanna know.
Let's name and shame these for too long unaccountable charlatans through our forum of frustration in the hope that they take note of our cries for help.

Hell, I may even go down the route of the 'Prick of the year' winner and let the culprit know of their failing through their official channels.

So tell me, who has fucked you right off?
(Personally, I've got fucking hundreds of examples!)