droid
20-12-2008, 04:26 AM
One of my hobbies is angling, and as any angler knows, you can never have too much gear. So after a night shift I hied my merry way to that well known angling emporium Mullarky's. Replete with a couple of reels and a bloody expensive landing net handle I go out to the bike
Fuck.
Got a flat.
Get some air in at the car tyre place next to the tackle dealers and wobble off to Arnolds to seek assistance. And met with a flat refusal.
Fixing a flat takes about 20 minutes, and seeing as the tyre was worn out anyhow I was going to replace it. But these characters couldn't be arsed with helping. In fact the little baldy twat I was speaking to could barely be bothered to interrupt his conversation with the two other rather unemployed salesmen he was chatting to.
'I can't delay work on my customers' bikes' was the excuse.
What about potential customers then LBT?
Because looks deceive. The scruffy character in the combat jacket and holding a matt black open facer could buy any bike in your shop cash without batting an eyelid.
So there you go.
Arnolds has lost a potential five and a half grand sale when I next replace my bike. And the custom of anyone I can persuade to take their business somewhere else.
I was fucking seething and I still am.
Fuck.
Got a flat.
Get some air in at the car tyre place next to the tackle dealers and wobble off to Arnolds to seek assistance. And met with a flat refusal.
Fixing a flat takes about 20 minutes, and seeing as the tyre was worn out anyhow I was going to replace it. But these characters couldn't be arsed with helping. In fact the little baldy twat I was speaking to could barely be bothered to interrupt his conversation with the two other rather unemployed salesmen he was chatting to.
'I can't delay work on my customers' bikes' was the excuse.
What about potential customers then LBT?
Because looks deceive. The scruffy character in the combat jacket and holding a matt black open facer could buy any bike in your shop cash without batting an eyelid.
So there you go.
Arnolds has lost a potential five and a half grand sale when I next replace my bike. And the custom of anyone I can persuade to take their business somewhere else.
I was fucking seething and I still am.