I have just had the miss fortune of moving house. They say it is suppose to be one of the most stressful times of your life. Well I can concur with that. Especially when the house that you have set your heart on falls through. Leaving you 6 weeks to find the new "house of your dreams" negotiate with the maggots (sorry, estate agents) that are selling it, complete the conveyncing (via your solicitor, who works from 10.30 am to 3.00pm) negotiate your new mortgage requirement (with some poor chap in India, who probably does not even know what a mortgage is)
Anyway we managed it, by the skin of our teeth, but because the move was suppose to have happened some weeks earlier, we had a holiday booked, which fell the week after we moved.
The sensible thing would have been to cancel, but because we had thrown so much money away with the original move (which fell through) I was damned if I was going to throw any more away. So we went (see account of that in "club 18 to 30 ect ect)
So we get back from our hols and find that we have a bit of money to spend (bit built into borrowing requirements incase of unforeseen events, well you could hardy blame me)
So we head off to the local garden centre / DIY store, to buy some nice garden furniture.
We decide on a nice 6 seater table with chairs and a parasol, there was the option of a "Lazy Susan" at a very reasonable ?46 which I thought was tremendous value for a maid, even if she was lazy.
Anyway we managed to collar a very stressed young sales assistant and conveyed our intention to exchange a large wad of cash for their table, chairs, and parasol.
"No problem" said the young man.
"I will be with you in a short while, I have just got to clean up a pile of sick"?????
Perhaps ?Lazy Susan? could have got off her fat arse and cleaned it up, were my immediate thoughts!
So we sat ourselves down at the display table, luxuriating in the comfort of the chairs that we were about to be proud owners of.
Or so we thought.
Our sales guy / toilet attendant came back with the devastating news that the particular table and chairs that we wanted were out of stock. He did have some good news, the parasol was available?
Great, we could have the parasol, without the table and chairs. Well it was a particularly hot day, we could have sat on the ground under the parasol and saved ourselves the chance from skin cancer, and obesity, because there was no table to eat any food off.
So we asked the obvious question, when would you get some more in?
"I will go check the system"
So off he went.
"I m sorry but the system is showing that this line is discontinued"
Well the obvious sprang to my mind, we will do you a favour and take the display model off your hands.
Not that easy.
"Sorry I am not allowed to sell the display model until the season has finished."
"But you are displaying something you can?t sell!!!!!"
?Eh, well, yes!!!?
What a bizarre concept, you?re in a shop, whose premier function is to sell you things, sat at the table and chairs that you want to purchase, and you can?t.
The puzzled, quizzical look on my face must have betrayed my bemusement.
?I would sell it to you if I could?
He must have anticipated my next question as he scuttled away to get the manager, who was about to get it in the neck.
The outcome of my rant to the manager is that I came away, not with a table and chairs of our choice, but with a voucher for 25% off, if we managed to find an alternative.
I am not sure what the moral of this story is, other than if you see something in a shop, that you want, even if you have the money, you have a better chance of getting the goods of your choice if you steel them.
Anyway we managed it, by the skin of our teeth, but because the move was suppose to have happened some weeks earlier, we had a holiday booked, which fell the week after we moved.
The sensible thing would have been to cancel, but because we had thrown so much money away with the original move (which fell through) I was damned if I was going to throw any more away. So we went (see account of that in "club 18 to 30 ect ect)
So we get back from our hols and find that we have a bit of money to spend (bit built into borrowing requirements incase of unforeseen events, well you could hardy blame me)
So we head off to the local garden centre / DIY store, to buy some nice garden furniture.
We decide on a nice 6 seater table with chairs and a parasol, there was the option of a "Lazy Susan" at a very reasonable ?46 which I thought was tremendous value for a maid, even if she was lazy.
Anyway we managed to collar a very stressed young sales assistant and conveyed our intention to exchange a large wad of cash for their table, chairs, and parasol.
"No problem" said the young man.
"I will be with you in a short while, I have just got to clean up a pile of sick"?????
Perhaps ?Lazy Susan? could have got off her fat arse and cleaned it up, were my immediate thoughts!
So we sat ourselves down at the display table, luxuriating in the comfort of the chairs that we were about to be proud owners of.
Or so we thought.
Our sales guy / toilet attendant came back with the devastating news that the particular table and chairs that we wanted were out of stock. He did have some good news, the parasol was available?
Great, we could have the parasol, without the table and chairs. Well it was a particularly hot day, we could have sat on the ground under the parasol and saved ourselves the chance from skin cancer, and obesity, because there was no table to eat any food off.
So we asked the obvious question, when would you get some more in?
"I will go check the system"
So off he went.
"I m sorry but the system is showing that this line is discontinued"
Well the obvious sprang to my mind, we will do you a favour and take the display model off your hands.
Not that easy.
"Sorry I am not allowed to sell the display model until the season has finished."
"But you are displaying something you can?t sell!!!!!"
?Eh, well, yes!!!?
What a bizarre concept, you?re in a shop, whose premier function is to sell you things, sat at the table and chairs that you want to purchase, and you can?t.
The puzzled, quizzical look on my face must have betrayed my bemusement.
?I would sell it to you if I could?
He must have anticipated my next question as he scuttled away to get the manager, who was about to get it in the neck.
The outcome of my rant to the manager is that I came away, not with a table and chairs of our choice, but with a voucher for 25% off, if we managed to find an alternative.
I am not sure what the moral of this story is, other than if you see something in a shop, that you want, even if you have the money, you have a better chance of getting the goods of your choice if you steel them.
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