What a great day I've had today (you must be joking)

[Jocky]

right here goes. 8O This is long have a laugh.

Last night wife tells me her car is due its MOT, so check paperwork and find out it run out 5 days ago :evil: Get up 1st thing and get local MOT place to test it this morning. We'll come back to this in a minute.

When car is getting MOT'd wife asks me to go to postoffice to send 2 parcels to Ireland, no problem I think. So I toddle off the Local postoffice stand in queue for 20mins and get my turn. Say to woman 2 parcels to Dublin please, Its nice to be nice my mother always said it costs you nothing.
I put the parcels on the scale one at a time as requested and the sour faced woman says one is over 2kg and I can't send them by royal mail and will have to go parcel force at £16 odd each 8O next thing she says I will need to fill in 2 customs declaration forms and you need to give a telephone number for the delivery end. Being polite I say no chance and take back my parcels. I've decided to go home and instead of 2 parcels I'll make 3, which will be less than 2kg each and will send them royal mail. Will come back to this

Back to the car. Get to MOT place and are informed the car has failed do to corroded exhaust. Wasn't blowing when I took it in but it was when I started it up.

So I get home and phone my local cheapo exhaust place to get a price. The guy can't give me a price and will phone me back in a couple of mins.

Put phone down and wife tells me washing machine has packed in :cry:

Guy phones me back about exhaust and asks if i'm sitting down, he procedes to tell me its £165 for the bit I need (Merc C200) :cry: tell him to get it as I've no option as the wife is whinging about I'm not driving that tank of yours (Patrol) so hopefully exhaust fitted sometime tomorrow.

Back to the washing machine :cry: check it out and find the motor shot, its 7 years old and not worth spending money on :roll:

So we jump in my tank and head off to the local Comet. Wife picks the machine she wants, not the one I want you know want I mean. Get a sales assisstant and were told that its not in stock. We're told there are some in the warehouse and it will be £24 for delivery. The steam is coming out my ears and my eyes are glaring and I'm looking for someone to dismember :twisted: I procede to tell the woman that if she want a sale she can forget the delivery charge, get it delivered to the shop and I'll put it in the back of my tank. She protests and I tell her again. I say you could say that about any machine in this shop and try to get delivery money out of us :evil: She gives up and says we can get it delivered free :roll: She does the usual and tries to sell us breakdown cover and I tell her I don't want it, but she keeps going on tell her if she don't stop I aint buying it :evil: She them tries to sell us washing powder :cry:

Back to postoffice with my 3 parcels and am hoping I get served by the same sour faced woman, but she must be hiding : get me parcels weighed by a nice smiling woman how takes £25 off me and I have a word in the ear of the manager who is hovering about and ask him what all this crap is about phone number and customs forms is about and he says its parcel force and not royal main. I ask is he having a laugh as there the same company, he mummbles something and walks away.

So I've had a great day. I'm now going to get pished as its my sons 21st birthday, and thats cost me a fortune too.

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