In my quest for a wii, Koulla and I ended up in Argos. We queued up as Britishly as we could until we stood in front of a Sales type. Behold! A transcript:
Me: Goodwoman! A Wii fit board please?
Lady: None left...
Me: None left, what?
Ladt: None left, sir...
Me: That's better.... I don't believe you.
Lady: But I....
Me: BLABLABLA! You run your pretty ass out back and check with Chuck in stores.
Koulla: Is there really a guy called Chuck back there?
Me: Shhhh!
Lady: Sir! You are in luck. We do have one left!
Me: Excellent! Bring it forth!
Lady: There is a condition to me selling it to you.
Me: Yes?
Lady: Yes. A kiss! Store policy!
Me: It's Argos store policy to be kissed by customers fot the last wii fit in stock?
Lady: Yes. That is correct.
Koulla: Sounds fair. Dixons do something similar-
Me: Hush, my love. Adults are talking.
Lady: I'm waiting...
Me:
With that, I punched the assistant so hard, it sealed one of her eyes shut. The quality of retail in this country is rock bottom. I welcome the credit crunch with open arms. I'm having more rotten luck than Gorden Brown at the next general election!
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