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I'll Lock Up
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Have you ever typed a rather long response, carefully re-read it, checking for grammar and spelling mistakes, clicked submit............and then lost it, and you didn't store it previously? Nowadays. I always cut & paste before submitting.
That's the sort of trivia I'm on about. Whether it's the ditherer in front of you in the queue, the endless phone menu, whilst all the time your bill is being run up, as you exasperatingly try to get through to the right person, or just officialdom.
For a while, I have been searching on the internet for the rubber door seals that go around the edge of the car door, for my old MG. The 60 odd year old ones have perished causing the back seat to be somewhat draughty.
By chance, I came across someone who had a Morris, the model on which my car is based. He had bought twenty odd yards of rubber seal and was selling it in pre-cut lengths to fellow enthusiasts. I emailed him, with a picture of my car, asking would the seal fit. It would. I bought and paid for the strips on-line, there & then.
That was on a Monday, mid-afternoon. They arrived on Friday. I emailed him to say they had finally arrived and that the carrier must have been having a tea-break, or some other sarcastic remark. He e-mailed me back saying that the goods had been picked up on Wednesday and delivered on Friday, which he thought was very good.
It didn't wash, what ticked me off was, he had my money, didn't acknowledge that, didn't say he wouldn't be despatching the seals until Wednesday. I had been expecting arrival to be Tuesday, even booking the car into the garage to have the work done. It would have been easy to e-mail back and have a go. But I just let it be, life's too short.
What's rubbed you up the wrong way of late? Have you had a phone bill that's had you mouthing: WTF? Did you land at one airport and your luggage at another? Or an excessive tax demand? Do share, I can't be alone.
That's the sort of trivia I'm on about. Whether it's the ditherer in front of you in the queue, the endless phone menu, whilst all the time your bill is being run up, as you exasperatingly try to get through to the right person, or just officialdom.
For a while, I have been searching on the internet for the rubber door seals that go around the edge of the car door, for my old MG. The 60 odd year old ones have perished causing the back seat to be somewhat draughty.
By chance, I came across someone who had a Morris, the model on which my car is based. He had bought twenty odd yards of rubber seal and was selling it in pre-cut lengths to fellow enthusiasts. I emailed him, with a picture of my car, asking would the seal fit. It would. I bought and paid for the strips on-line, there & then.
That was on a Monday, mid-afternoon. They arrived on Friday. I emailed him to say they had finally arrived and that the carrier must have been having a tea-break, or some other sarcastic remark. He e-mailed me back saying that the goods had been picked up on Wednesday and delivered on Friday, which he thought was very good.
It didn't wash, what ticked me off was, he had my money, didn't acknowledge that, didn't say he wouldn't be despatching the seals until Wednesday. I had been expecting arrival to be Tuesday, even booking the car into the garage to have the work done. It would have been easy to e-mail back and have a go. But I just let it be, life's too short.
What's rubbed you up the wrong way of late? Have you had a phone bill that's had you mouthing: WTF? Did you land at one airport and your luggage at another? Or an excessive tax demand? Do share, I can't be alone.