Went to the inferno of hell otherwise known as Clarks today. Bad move at half term? Actually no, or so I thought. Poking nose in the door and everything seemed fairly calm. Entered with dd and collected my ticket to oblivion...
Dd is 5yrs....we waited so long we were practically discussing her gap year at Uni. Still no sign of 'our turn'....
Hang on a minute...there's an assistant over there...no! make that two!! Arms folded gazing out of the door doing...NOTHING. Sweet FA!
Approaches with dog-eared ticket and grey hair. 'OH no. You must wait. All the assistants ARE BUSY' You will be called when they are free.
We go back and sit down. And WAIT. We learn new languages, I plan my retirement and hell freezes over....
Hang on the two assistants are still over there. Doing sweet FA. Arms folded gazing into the middle distance.
I approach. 'Will anyone serve me??' No!!!!..I must wait. But there are two of you here doing....NOTHING. 'We must be here FOR THE ADULTS WANTING TO BUY SHOES.'
'What adults?' We all look about. Tumbleweed is blowing across the shop. The only adults are decaying in the children's section.
I leave insane at the thought that even though I don't want to (yet AGAIN) spend an arm and a leg in 'that shop' they won't even take the time to rip me off with their poxy shoes.
Stomping out, the icicng is placed lovingly on the cake. Apparantly all this is funny...if you are an 'assistant' employed for the sole purpose of gazing out the window.....