JSUTA been to town to bimble about anfd doe some random stuff. One of my jobs – print 200+ photos for our wedding.
Went to Boots, and they do an hour service at 25p per print so it came in at over £100. noticed they have a 5p 24 hour one so thought “that’ll do the job”, comes in at £13 or something.
When i’d finished faffing about with the machine, I went to see the girl on the counter and asked what the chances were of it maybe being done later that day, just in case, and that I’d be passing so could just nip in on the off chance – she says “Well we’re quiet now and I can see the machine processing the order so if you come in later on chances are it’ll be done, but it’ll def be done by tomorrow.”
Fast forward four hours and I nip in. Lo and behold, i can see my prints sitting waiting in the print tray.
Explained to the woman what had gone on that morning and that it was great that I could pick them up now, really handy etc
What does she say? WHAT DOES THE BAT SAY? “I CAN’T LET OYU HAVE THEM NOW, I’LL HAVE TO CHARGE YOU THE 1 HOUR RATE!!!”
WHAT THE FLYING CHUFF??
I says to her, but I can see them there, you’ve had to do nothing and i can just take them and and everyones happy
No she says, you have to pay the one hour rate.
A bit daft that isn’t it? Says I?
No she says. That’s the rules, the girl this morning it’s her first day.
Right, I’ll get my girlfriend to come in tomorrow I said.
As I walked off I ehard her repeating the rules to her equally jobsworth Loose Wimminy, overly made up, fat dyed hair, fake tan encrusted harpy of a colleague.
Seriously? Where do jobsworths get off? Vindictive cowbag.