Tuesday, 7 March 2017
My one star review of a furniture superstore. But really, the one star is for me. For being there. #BritishDadStuff
You know that you are a Great British Dad...
...when you take the time to review your family's life on Google Maps.
What are we doing with our lives?
The one star is for me.
For being here.
Thought we'd combine it with taking back the recycling bin lid that doesn't work.
You know exactly where this is going.
Because I'll take a guess that this happens to you too.
The bin is made by the shop.
The lid doesn't work.
You ask if you can swap it with one that does work.
"Sorry, we need a receipt."
We've got a Family Card - doesn't that "insure" us against your faulty products?
Sorry, we need Proof of Purchase.
I'm a man, in his forties, walking around with a bin lid - can that maybe count as proof of purchase?
Sorry, we need a receipt - because it's a part exchange.
We just need to swap a bin lid that doesn't work, for one that perhaps does? Does it have to be a Part Exchange?
I can look up your receipt on our system?
Great. Do you need our Family Card?
No, I just need the last 4 digits of your credit card.
...And the date of purchase.
I haven't got that.
Or the receipts.
Well, we do - they're in a pile in the dresser. Which, as you also know look like one stream of heidertreidertrondheimEtomuderBattersprart.
We get it.
We're here to be rinsed for cash, and feel good about the stuff that'll end up in landfill.
Via the bin that doesn't even work.
For myself, for being here and the choices I make, it's one star.
Come gather round its little twinkle.
They're called Loyalty Cards, but I've got 14 of them and 106-112 other Great British Dad worries #BritishDadStuff
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