Every time it really matters, Albert Heijn messes my food order up. At Christmas they omitted the cranberries. Today, on my wedding anniversary, they have screwed up the Argentinian steak I ordered. They've substituted a pathetically feeble and tiny piece of something that I assume I am intended to believe is Dutch steak. Naturally, I didn't notice the mistake until I took it out of the fridge to cook.
Albert Heijn, you deserve your nickname. You really are a swine!