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Arkwright - The Independent Voice
I felt it was time I booked myself an appointment at the surgery - not the doctor's or the dentist's as my health is holding up pretty well - the MP's surgery, the one the COD describes as the place an MP gives advice. Dangerous place! Would you take advice from the Labour Government or anyone associated with it? Anyway it wasn't advice I wanted, it was a protest I wanted to make about the meddling EU and its affect on part of our business.
Our man from the House of Commons arrived late for the appointment, muttered an apology, and then made it perfectly clear he wanted the whole thing over with as quickly as possible. Wouldn't you think when teetering on the brink of losing your lucrative job you'd try sucking up to anyone if they were bothered enough to ask to see you? Once we'd discussed my original purpose to meet with him it became inevitable that the current economic situation would be touched on as its fallout impacts on practically every aspect of life. It was then that I realised he was in the wrong place and should have been at the doctor's surgery. Rather than call him a liar I think it would probably be less likely to cause me to be sued if I said his mental state was somewhat delusional. According to him this country is not in a mess; well I suppose you would say that if you'd just been elevated to a minor minister and your pay cheque had gone up too. His denial, denial, denial made any further rational conversation impossible. That's OK though, because I've written a follow up letter to him and signed it "Yours, truly a lost vote" and as I don't expect a reply I'll have the satisfaction of having the last word.
How long is a pair of trainers meant to last? If you wear them for 5 minutes every day to tiptoe round your bedroom one could anticipates years of wear, if you wear them for an half hour run twice a week they'll probably last a fair length of time but if you wear them to work every day in all weathers, beat the hell out of them, possibly stick them in the washing machine (unlikely in the case of the pair I have in mind as they were far too dirty to have ever received any sort of clean) and then expect a replacement to my mind the customer is extracting more than the micky!! The returnee rolled up without a receipt wearing the abused pair. I was pretty certain it was well over six months since purchase because I remembered he haggled over the price at that point! I wasn't prepared to offer any sort of replacement as this was clearly a serial claimant of "faulty" goods, he knew all of his bloody rights - don't they always. It was past closing time so to get rid of him I said the only thing I could do was send them back to the supplier, he slammed them on to the counter and left the shop barefoot refusing to leave a contact number. What does that tell you? The next day I was advised by the supplier to tell Mr Disgruntled to get in touch with them direct which I did when he turned up 10 days later. I actually then forgot the whole matter, convinced that the supplier would see through his false claim. A few weeks passed and then, when picking up the post one morning, I found a sourly written note to me, scrawled on the supplier's letter confirming a replacement pair would be made available; it wasn't quite anonymous, as I obviously knew whom it was from, but Mr Disgruntled had removed his contact details. The gist of the message was he was right, I was wrong and he wouldn't be shopping with me again. Well that was a relief. In this case I wasn't able to get the last word but who needs customers like that? Perhaps in a similar vein the MP thought, "Who needs votes like that?" I am, however, mystified that the supplier caved to such a claim, particularly without checking out my view on the consumer's personal profile, so now need to check out criteria for replacement (before naming the supplier).
While chatting at a rather posh drinks party recently, I was conscious of someone watching me; a secret admirer? Suddenly they shrieked, "I knew I knew you, just didn't recognise you with your clothes on!" Eek! was my past catching up with me? Thankfully no, it was only one of my fellow early morning swimmers who I didn't recognise immediately either as they looked completely different without goggles and noseclip!
