most MORTIFYING experience EVER 0_o returning cds scenario
......today was a busy day especially after staying up too late and then realising i could't fit in enough sleep in the window of time before i needed to get up.......
.......so off i skipped into town with a list of errands all for
impatientboy i admit i haven't done that much work for him this week so fair enough i carry out the errands........though i had to be at Limousine Bull (in Torry) to invigilate the exhibition by 12noon
*gets into town at 11.35.........dash down crown street to shoe place with Chris's shoes.......across to Central Library to return Chris's hideously late Library cds........dash down Belmont street to Fopp.....*
now Here's where the shit happens..........
Chris got two cds for learning cover songs for Club Sapphire but one was Adam Ant (and my Mum had a better one already) and the other was Elton John (i suspect that that was unecessary because they play so much Elton John in that place while Chris isn'tplaying - cd may have been uneccessary)
I hate returning cds to Fopp ........they always act like you're a fucking pirate EVEN though they have the whole 'suck it and see' policy......i just don't have money to waste on cds i didn't like and wouldn't listen to.........if i like them i keep them.........so i often don't bother buying there so much........but recently when i've been in i've always been served by the same snotty condecending girl and it didn't help considering that today all rushed and a little sweaty from the hot sun and rushing around
so i say 'just got a couple of cds to return'.......she says 'sorry what?' as the music is loud and looks at me like a piece of turd
.........i repeat myself and she asks why (you know in that way like you might as well have just shot Bambi.........okay maybe the wrong parrallel but i'm tired..........) so i say ' My Mum's got them already' which is the short version of the story........they don't want the long one but they still act like your're a criminal with any explanation.........and i'm thinking *what the fuck? they haven't even been taken out of the cellophane!!!?*........and as she takes them from the bag a little shiney slither also emerges and sits on the counter 0_0 . . .
it's the torn of edge of a durex wrapper........a nice shiney pinky red and blue durex wrapper slither 0_0
my little claw like hand speeds across the counter and snaches it away........
......and we continue like nothing has happened : /
so i had to phone Chris and tell him what a little bitch he was for sending me on such a contaminated errand :)
it was actually brilliant to just here his own shocked, mortified.....hillarity filled reaction
yes......it IS quite hilarious........
and he did say i could keep the £10 from the return for my troubles.......hehe
but oh god........as if i enjoyed that girls service anyway......i may never be able to go into Fopp again
unless i know i'm getting something i'll deffinitely keep and i can get served by someone in there who is actually pleasant
Chris had another similar story ....hehe......*chuckle*