One of the things that I can't stand in life is getting done over by The Man. The Establishment. The Boss. I want to just buy my goods, the goods that I need. I don't want to be mis-sold, over-charged or bloody-well ripped off. The past few days I have had a number of "Falling Down" style meltdowns. This is not my fault, or my problem - society has made me crack up on these occasions and without mentioning any brand names here I am going to LET RIP and have my "Falling Down" moment.
1) A Well-Known Clothing/Homeware Shop
Now this particular shop absolutely ground my gears. I had purchased a pair of shoes in good faith for £12. Not a lot of money, I know this, but it's all relative and £12 happens to be a lot of money for me personally. Anyway, the shoes did not match the outfit and they hurt my feet so I took them back three days later (minus the receipt - my bad I KNOW THIS but I binned it or one of the kids probably ATE IT or whatever.)
Anyway, the shoes were on sale, and so the woman would only offer to give me £5 back for the shoes.
Now I understand about receipts and proof of purchase. I get that it was my fault. However, this particular shop makes you swipe a bloody card before you purchase - I paid on my debit card. That is TWO CARDS with some sort of record on that I went in and paid £12 for those shoes. However, said shop is adamant that they can not prove how much money I spent.
IT IS 2015 AND YOU HAVE RECORDS OF EVERYTHING OTHERWISE HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT GOT SOLD WHEN AND PROFIT/LOSS/MARGINS ETC raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
I kept the frigging shoes. I cut off my own feet to spite my face. Or something.
2) The Lying Bus
So the bus is every ten minutes to work. I like the bus. It's easy. Sometimes it stinks but I get a student card and I read my book or fall asleep. Happy days. HOWEVER... this week the bus LIED to me. I got to the stop for the usual time - 7.50am. Ten minutes later I'm still stood there. No big deal, I thought. I'm still OK getting the 8.00am bus, plenty of time.
However, once we get going and the bus stops every five minutes FOR A FRICKING REST OR WHATEVER I quickly realise that in fact I am on the 8.10am bus that was running forward. So it STOPS to let the actual 8.00am bus OVERTAKE IT.
I sit there SEETHING.
3) The Faulty-Good Exchange FAIL
I bought Emily a cheap watch for her birthday. It was just a plain watch, cost £5, just a stocking-filler type present from a well-known clothes/homeware shop. Mentioning no names, but you can get cheap Clinique stuff in there if you are lucky and they are also doing Birkenstocks at the minute - FILL YER BOOTS PEOPLE...
Oh hang on I lost my thread... so anyway I bought this watch. When Emily opened it the metal clasp just broke off it. The watch was a mess, and again, unfortunately the receipt was nowhere to be found. PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THINKING THAT I AM BUYING QUALITY PRODUCTS!! So anyway I took it back.
I queued for ten minutes to be told "You have to go upstairs love for an exchange."
So I queued upstairs for fifteen minutes to be told "You have to go to that other til for an exchange love."
To be told "You can't exchange it without a receipt"
FFS IT IS A FAULTY ITEM. IT COST FIVE ENGLISH POUNDS - WHY DO I NEED TO PROVE I BOUGHT IT FROM HERE IT HAS T.J FRIGGING HUGHES WRITTEN ALL OVER THE LABEL!!!!