(The Real) Sim Shady
Well I should be the owner of a spangly new phone, and I would have been had it not been for an unproductive lunchtime on Oxford Street. That one road, of all in Britain, must have the highest concentration of phone shops anywhere, so you’d expect them to be good.
I went for the largest, having already picked a phone and tarrif on its site, but when I got to the front of the queue of ten people waiting for the solitary member of staff he assured me I was wrong. ‘That tarrif doesn’t exist,’ he insisted, until I forced him to look at his own web site and see that it did.
There then followed an hour and ten minutes of typing, card swiping and crashing of various computers that culminated in him printing off an agreement form full of invalid bank details. It was now gone the end of lunch by then, and so as he picked up the phone to call ‘tech support’ I picked up the agreement and tore it into small pieces. I took back my cards and stalked out.
So very, very unlike me.
I like to imagine I did it to the accompaniment of cheers from all those still behind in the queue but I suspect they would actually have quite happily seen me drop dead at that very moment for keeping them there so long and not going through with the purchase.
So, I’m still phoneless. It’s been three weeks now and I’ve not missed it one bit. I’ve never really felt I needed it in the first place, and I’m wondering why I’m going through all this hassle of sorting out a replacement when I could just wait and wait and wait until my replacement Sim finally turns up. Assuming it does.
Mid-afternoon, I had a change of heart and ordered one online. It arrives tomorrow, in theory. After three weeks of waiting, it’ll probably coincide with my replacement Sim.
What do I do then?
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November 18th, 2003 at 12:29 pm
I salute you! That was a very brave thing to do, to tear the agreement up and stalk out of the shop, ‘making a scene.’ We don’t have to put up with this kind of shit. I don’t think I’d have had the courage to do the same, I would probably just have barked and glared at the unfortunate shop assistant.