The whole of the UK has been waiting but hooray, shops can now open. Sometimes shopping online out of boredom for everything from toothpaste to a llama just doesn’t quite cut it.
Myself personally, it was a necessary trip. My daughters feet grow quicker than Garfield eating a lasagne. She grew out of trainers on Friday, needed them for Monday. I also needed to return a present for my son. And visit my local vinyl store and pick up comics.
As you can see I saved up so lots of things could be tackled at once (classic mum strategy). The return started well, apart from the guy (his name was Alan) having a first day and told me no as it was longer than 30 days. Behind him was a big sign that said returns were fine and being honoured within 30 days of the store reopening. I looked at the sign. I looked at Alan. I pointed to the sign and asked him to read it. Alan looked uncomfortable. Poor Alan.
He then calls the manager. The manager is ignoring him. He tries 5 times to get the manager downstairs. He then goes around the corner and finds him immediately. I suspect the manager thinks they are playing hide and seek.
The manager asks “What is it now Alan?” Something tells me this has happened quite a bit today. I can’t help but smirk (we have all been there Alan). He then tells the manager he has a problem and points to me (literally). I am the problem. I explain, the manager looks at Alan and then reads the sign. Oh dear. But alas, all sorted and the manager runs and hides again waiting for Alan to call him down with the next customer.
So far so good, lockdown easing isn’t so bad. But then I do the trainers. So I go to the shop. Only one person queuing which is fine. So I wait on my mark. For forty minutes. Yep. Several times I almost give up (I have no patience) but really quickly the queue grew and I was at the front so I was a bit nervous to move.
We finally get in, I ring my daughter after choosing a couple of overpriced pairs (you do not take a chance, that way if she hates them its her fault not mine!), this took 10 minutes and I go to queue.
The queue is divided into two, there are no way you can choose closer to the end. Of course, I change to the shortest as soon as I get the chance and an hour later I have not moved. The man I was behind is now at the front and no one is behind me. I curse the people in my head behind him who are smiling at me. The NHS discount has confused my till and it has gone rogue. The queue for the other till is now so far back the end could be in Narnia.
I cannot take any more. I dump the trainers and leave. I buy them at a clothing store instead. The rest of the time is fine, but unfortunately I had already lost my mind at the sports shop, and had to overcompensate with a custard doughnut.
I’m afraid I will be doing everything I can to either a) shop at vastly unsociable hours or b) keep ordering llamas. Thank goodness the car park machine was broken!
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