file under: impotent whining
This weekend I have been more
impressed by insects than the employees of a shoe shop. I looked at what my
mason bees have produced and they've been brilliant. The original 24 cocoons
have produced 75 new cocoons and some excellent defence measures. Every tube
that they laid eggs in had a fake, unprovisioned cell at the end to deter
intruders. In the few instances where a cell had been parasitised they bees had
detected it and had left a large empty space and walled the maggots inside.
Feckless-youth-number-1 at
Jones Bootmaker sold me a mismatched "pair" of boots. When I got home I
realised that the box contained a left size 9 and a right size 10. I rang them
and it took them an hour to find the pair to my left boot. I was a 15 mile round
trip away and without my motorbike, the store manager had to ring the area
manager before he could agree to pay for my parking and diesel when I came in
to swap right boots. (they refused to deliver it). When I got back to the shop
the manager wasn't present and feckless-youth-number-2 took an age to find my
other boot. He then didn't know anything about my refund and said he would get
in to trouble if he took money out of the till. When I told him that I would
write him a receipt, and that he'd be in considerably more trouble if he didn't
get my money the story changed to his not being able to open the till.
Nearly-competent-youth-number-3 attempted to take my refund out of his own
pocket, but didn't have enough change.
Richard "9.5 F on Loake last
026" B
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