Adventures at Argos
Apr. 8th, 2008 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sessifetWe ordered a few things at Argos which weren't available at the local store, but they were available at the one within spitting distance of my work. We agreed I'd pick up the stuff after work.
I didn't quite realise how much we got and to how many bulky boxes it amounted (six in total), but I assumed I'd be able to get some help or perhaps use a trolley to get all the stuff to the car if it turned out to be needed.
I was wrong. So very very wrong:
Me: *sees the stack of boxes*
Brain: Dude, that's a lot of boxes.
Back: I'm not carrying that.
Arms: Neither are we!
Me: Erm...Do you think it'd be possible to use a trolley to get all this stuff to my car?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee: Oh sure. We've no trolleys, though.
Me: Okay. I'll use one from Asda, then.
Not So Nice Argos Manager: Ah. You can't.
Brain: *is dead from too little sleep and a long working day*
Me: Okay. Er...could I ask for some help getting it to the car then?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee: Sure!
Me: ...
Nice Helpful But Maybe Not The Quickest On The Uptake Argos Employee: ...
Boxes: Please take us home!
Me: Could you please help me carry the boxes to my car?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee Who's Just Switched Her Brain Back On: Ah! Right! Yes! Where's your car?
Me: In the secure carpark.
Not So Nice And Somewhat Annoying Argos Manager: Oh. We can't help you then.
Me: Why not?
Not So Nice And Really Quite Annoying Argos Manager: Security.
Me: ... It's a secure carpark. I pay for access. I'm sure you're allowed in if I'm with you.
Not So Nice And Is this Person For Real Argos Manager: Oh no. It's for our staff security.
Brain: What does she think we're going to do? Mug them?
Arms: Not us! We're tired just from looking at those boxes.
Me: Right. Moving on.
Them: There's a carpark close by.
Me: Yes. It costs 5 quid.
Them: But you can park there all day!
Me: It's 4 PM. The day's nearly gone.
Boxes: Are we there yet?
In the end I trudged up the stairs with the smallest boxes, went back to get the butcher's trolley and had my part of the order rejigged to be collected at the local Argos store, because I honestly dreaded the thought of truding up those stairs again with a granite worktop and a stone ware dinner set.
I get home and speak of my experiences on #afp. I get told Argos deliver. I think I may have been quite loud.
Today I am quite sore. But hey, I shopped at Argos. I'm going native, I am.
I didn't quite realise how much we got and to how many bulky boxes it amounted (six in total), but I assumed I'd be able to get some help or perhaps use a trolley to get all the stuff to the car if it turned out to be needed.
I was wrong. So very very wrong:
Me: *sees the stack of boxes*
Brain: Dude, that's a lot of boxes.
Back: I'm not carrying that.
Arms: Neither are we!
Me: Erm...Do you think it'd be possible to use a trolley to get all this stuff to my car?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee: Oh sure. We've no trolleys, though.
Me: Okay. I'll use one from Asda, then.
Not So Nice Argos Manager: Ah. You can't.
Brain: *is dead from too little sleep and a long working day*
Me: Okay. Er...could I ask for some help getting it to the car then?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee: Sure!
Me: ...
Nice Helpful But Maybe Not The Quickest On The Uptake Argos Employee: ...
Boxes: Please take us home!
Me: Could you please help me carry the boxes to my car?
Nice Helpful Argos Employee Who's Just Switched Her Brain Back On: Ah! Right! Yes! Where's your car?
Me: In the secure carpark.
Not So Nice And Somewhat Annoying Argos Manager: Oh. We can't help you then.
Me: Why not?
Not So Nice And Really Quite Annoying Argos Manager: Security.
Me: ... It's a secure carpark. I pay for access. I'm sure you're allowed in if I'm with you.
Not So Nice And Is this Person For Real Argos Manager: Oh no. It's for our staff security.
Brain: What does she think we're going to do? Mug them?
Arms: Not us! We're tired just from looking at those boxes.
Me: Right. Moving on.
Them: There's a carpark close by.
Me: Yes. It costs 5 quid.
Them: But you can park there all day!
Me: It's 4 PM. The day's nearly gone.
Boxes: Are we there yet?
In the end I trudged up the stairs with the smallest boxes, went back to get the butcher's trolley and had my part of the order rejigged to be collected at the local Argos store, because I honestly dreaded the thought of truding up those stairs again with a granite worktop and a stone ware dinner set.
I get home and speak of my experiences on #afp. I get told Argos deliver. I think I may have been quite loud.
Today I am quite sore. But hey, I shopped at Argos. I'm going native, I am.
