Barcelona. Shop no 1 is closed at 11:30, well within its normal opening hours. The iron street blinds are down and there’s no message posted, so I walk across town to shop no 2. Yes, no problem, pay now and we’ll confirm the delivery date in a moment. The call comes a couple of hours later:
– That model isn’t available right now.
– When will it be?
– We may be able to tell you later this month, so to save trouble why don’t you just buy this more expensive model?
– No thanks. I’ll be over later to get my money.
– Oh, we’ll have to see about that.
I tend to try to buy through foreign suppliers and I pray for the day when the Chinese will be running everything. Call me a racist, but it keeps me out of the loony bin.
It’s getting light and tipping it down as firemen cut through the shop’s metal blinds to fix the electric heater. A
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