BIG box deleivery this morning.
A red faced stuttering Mrs Growler was a bit stuck for werds when she face an already agitated Mr Growler (ref Companies House letter
) when asked wtf THIS was now?
"Errrr, I saw this dvd storage cabinet that was greatly reduced in a magazine, and thought it might come in handy"
We've already got one, and an empty space...well full of shite actually....under the tv stand/shelf thing.
"Can you assemble it tonight, or shall I get a man in"?
Still fuming and cursing I walked away to phone Companies House, muttering about 'MORE 'KIN SHITE'
15 minutes later and the bastard heap of artificial wood shite is spread all over the lounge floor, unpacked by her bloody ladyship.
"Oh, it didn't look like that in the magazine, what do you think"?
Foaming at the mouth, and steaming at the willy....IT'S SHITE, send it back!
"But I've unpacked it now. Why didn't you look at it before I took it out of the box"?
It's SHITE wumman, how many times to I have to say it, and more to the point, WHY didn't you ask me for an opinion before you bloody ordered it!
"Oh, well be like that then, I'll send it back seeing as YOU don't like it, but now I've got to try and put it back in the box....and the punch line..."IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!
WWWWWWWWHHHHHAT!
Roll out me coffin. I'm ready for it.