I'm careful with my money - a euphmism for saying I'm a meanie - so I do check carefully before I buy. Price isn't everything and the standard of service at Amazon IME is very high. I do also try to be fair: I'd not go into a shop to try on clothing and then buy by mail order. I've so much accumulated bike stuff that I rarely need to buy anything these days but my first port-of-call would be my LBS.
We haven't got a John Lewis in Leeds, although there's been one on the cards for some time. We did go to the John Lewis shop at the Manchester Trafford Centre and I was rather underwhelmed. I noticed a Dyson vac which I thought might be ideal for my mother but I couldn't see how it worked. Three assistants - I believe they are called partners in there - were having a pressing chinwag in SMIDSY mode - so I left it. The cafe was a shambles. I probably had an unlucky day but these things stick in the mind.
While I'm on I had a strange experience in the men's clothing department of a famous chainstore this morning. It dawned on me that I was being followed around and closely watched by a security man. I was slow to notice that I had "come to notice" because my intentions were completely honest. This wasn't just any security man - it was an M&S security man. The shop was fairly quiet, even for a Monday morning but the only obviously different thing about me was that I was an old codger
on my own. All the other old codgers in there were being lead about by women telling them to try on this or that, or telling them that what they thought they wanted looked silly. Some were protesting a bit, most were resigned to their situation. In fact, the nearest thing to a free man was a chap whith his granddaughter in the trolley. He tried on a cloth cap and she burst out laughing. We agreed that at least the opinions of children were frank. (Exeunt to the Last of the Summer Wine theme tune.
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