tonyhibbett
Landlord.
Who says the high street is dying? Well maybe it's pretty desperate and consequently loads of fun for the bargain hunter. Armed with my rucksack and credit card, I set out with the initial aim of getting a Sodastream gas refill from Argos, as my previous supplier, Comet, had gone bust. The place was practically deserted. I presented my empty cylinder to the girl at customer help and saw the panic in her eyes. We went through the catalogue searching for the magic 6 digit code to no avail. This was no 'scan the barcode' job. She had to call for specialist help to execute this transaction. '£9.99', she whimpered. I brandished my Nectar card. It wasn't my old one, which wouldn't scan. This was a spanking new one and loaded with £6.50 in points. '£2.50', she conceded. 'Go to the pickup point. It won't take long.' 30 seconds later, I walked out with 60 litres of carbon dioxide in a can. Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas!
My old sandals couldn't handle the pace, so I picked another pair for £7.50 without even bothering to shop around. The whole transaction took just a few minutes.
On my way out, I bumped into next door's landlord. He seemed to lack direction, so I steered him towards the mall. He seemed to think it was my birthday soon, but he was wrong. 'How old will you be?', he enquired.
'63'. I admitted.
'You don't look it'.
'I keep myself in shape, brewing cheap booze and drinking it.'
Into the mall. I heard Wilco were doing half price on home brew. The labelling was far from clear, so I collared an assistant, who seemed a little confused herself. I grabbed 4 items, the maximum my rucksack could hold and trundled them to the checkout. The lady was surprised to find that even the reduced price items were half price. With care I loaded my rucksack to the brim and staggered of, carrying about 12 kilos of merchadise back to the car, somewhat dazed by the whole experience.
My old sandals couldn't handle the pace, so I picked another pair for £7.50 without even bothering to shop around. The whole transaction took just a few minutes.
On my way out, I bumped into next door's landlord. He seemed to lack direction, so I steered him towards the mall. He seemed to think it was my birthday soon, but he was wrong. 'How old will you be?', he enquired.
'63'. I admitted.
'You don't look it'.
'I keep myself in shape, brewing cheap booze and drinking it.'
Into the mall. I heard Wilco were doing half price on home brew. The labelling was far from clear, so I collared an assistant, who seemed a little confused herself. I grabbed 4 items, the maximum my rucksack could hold and trundled them to the checkout. The lady was surprised to find that even the reduced price items were half price. With care I loaded my rucksack to the brim and staggered of, carrying about 12 kilos of merchadise back to the car, somewhat dazed by the whole experience.
