There’s a “cycle surgey” on the piazza, apparently. Great. I need a new chain putting on and I’m time poor and willing to pay.
Couple of hippies and a bike stand.
OK, so – me: “Hi. Can you put a chain on my bike? Do you have spare chains?”
He: “Yeah, but…”
Me: “What?”
He: “You’ll probably need a new sprocket set as well because when the chain wears down it also…”
Me: “Yeah, I know, but I just want you to put a new chain on, O.K.? How long are you here for?”
He: “’til 4”.
Me: “Great, can I bring it up about 2?”
He: “Yeah, but we should talk about a new sprocket…”
ME (thinks – give it one more go): “I just need you to put on a new chain. Can you do that?”
He: “You really should have a new spro…”
Me (needs to avoid shouting, so brings it to an end): “Oh, forget it, I’ll go elsewhere”.
He: “Well, that was easy…” (simpering dreadlocked companion looks on in amusement at his wit).
Me: (Angry) “Actually no, you’ve just completely wasted my time and lost a sale. ‘bye.”
Aaaaand – breathe.