A shocking experience
October 23, 2007
What do you get the man who has everything? An ex once eased my angst about birthday gifts by admitting he would simply love a F&M hamper.
So off I went to gaily submit myself to the most soul-destroying experience of my life. The one-circle rating is because I can't not tick a rating.
As the ex in question was teetotal, I decided to make up my own hamper as most of the ones they had had some form of alcohol in it or the other (hampers start from £35). After being told this was fine to do, I then met all manner of snobbery along the way to the check-out.
Day 1: Had a butler-type dude shadowing me the whole time, and as soon as it was closing time approached me and said, "Ma'am, I'm afraid the store is now closed, I must ask you to leave your basket behind the counter and come back for it at a later date" whereupon he took the basket off me and indeed placed it behind the counter. (To be fair, I was more offended by the whole 'ma'am' thing being a youthful 27 than I was with the insinuation of a black girl legging it through Piccadilly with her treasure of stilton cheese and potted meats - yum yum)
Day 2: Returned for my afore-mentioned basket, found out none of the clerks knew what I was on about and so had to start the shopping all over again. One stalking butler-type dude: present and correct. Went off in search of a birthday-cake, there was a lady in front of me whose cake got wrapped, ribboned, decorated, and packaged - all with lovely light banter. My cake was shot-putted into my basket. I decided to grow some... and asked for the same treatment. I was eyed warily (it seemed to me) and she went off in search of her manager who finally did the business. I finally went to pay and was informed in no uncertain terms that I was holding an inferior plastic that they simply did not accept. Banks were closed, couldn't withdraw the amount I needed from an ATM. My basket spent another night.
Day 3: Came back, paid for hamper and delivery and left.
Day 7(Birthday): Hamper arrived with my name spelt wrong and THE CAKE WITH NARY A DECORATION OR RIBBON TO BE HAD!!!!!
My fault, I suppose for dating a snob. The following year he got bathroom scales. Argos rocks!!!