The solitude has given me a good chance to reflect, and get crabby about something that bugged me recently:
I heard the following conversation at work yesterday:
Guy: "You're going to New York next week aren't you?"
Guy 2: "Yes! I can't wait."
Guy: "Great. You'll have a great time. Hey, do you reckon you could pick me up a New York Knicks basketball t-shirt?"
Guy 2: "Err... yeh, err...where would I get one of those?"
Guy: "Any nike sports shop I should imagine, i'll give you the money and everything, I mean, if you have room in your luggage?"
What the fuck is up with people asking others to get them shit whilst they're on holiday? THEY'RE GOING ON HOLIDAY. THEY'RE NOT YOUR PERSONAL SHOPPERS.
I could understand if the person was going to Peru and they were in love with Peruvian wool sweaters and had recently lost their own a washing machine disaster, or if their grandma had a Macchu Pichu fetish and needed a fridge magnet before she snuffed it - but, honestly, a New York Knicks shirt?
I work in a digital advertising agency, surely this guy had heard of e-commerce and one of the million websites he could have bought this shirt -
SHIT, what d'ya know - three clicks from google I found this: http://newyorkknicks.shop.sportstoday.com/Dept.aspx?cp=1042_4643
Unbelievable. If you're reading this - please don't ask me to do your international shopping, unless it is a very detailed and country-specific request.
3 comments:
valid but uninteresting point.
More interesting might have been this (true) conversation I heard last week:
Average Joe: I am going to Bethel next week [don't ask, obviously a godsod]
Average Josephine: "I am so jealous! Can you fit me your suitcase?"
Average Joe: "I am only allowed 46kg in two bags; if you lose weight and we cut you in half, sure!"
Average Josephine [red in the face]: "I am not exactly fat"
Average Joe [very embarrassed]: "Well you are more than 46kg, right?"
I, of course, blame Average Josephine. Joe's response was a perfectly logical, albeit ill-conceived, retort to a stupid question.
To do: tell morons who ask to "go in my suitcase" that it is not feasible because they weigh more than the baggage allowance.
is this because you are going to the states in 2 weeks and dont want to bring charles back some decent yankee palm-foot slippers? Or is this because I asked Charles to get me chopsticks from Shanghai and he is still pissed?
Next time you go to manchester, can you bring me back that dreamy double-bed of yours? Only if you can fit it, of course.
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