It was all going so well…
I dropped Julia off at work, parked right outside the shop, found all the stock for eBay parcels on my first attempt and had everything ready for the post by the time Eddie turned up. The Boss was at the York Coin Fair today so I was then able to relax.
I wrote a reply to an email that had arrived overnight, and then kept my fingers crossed. Then I wrote another email, demanding action from someone who was being slow with a parcel.
Finally, I composed a message to KFC in my head. I had to administer a touch of firmness to them earlier in the week after a rather disorganised meal on Sunday. We ordered four things – they were only able to supply one. Not good enough, I told them.
Their, reasonably quick, reply agreed with me, told me that training would be administered and told me they looked forward to seeing me again soon.
Why would I go back soon after the meal I just had (a very different one from the one we had ordered)? The staff were disorganised, the manager was ranting and the bins were overflowing. And it was not as if they were busy. It was a far cry from the last meal I enjoyed there.
After reading their reply, I was left with the distinct impression that they were taking the mickey.
The last laugh is with me, of course. I will stop eating KFC, will save money, lose weight and, in all probability, be better off without them.
As I was savouring my imaginary victory my mobile rang with the reply from the first email. It was a positive reply, which was good.
I then put some things on eBay, served customers, unwillingly stayed an hour late to serve another customer, went back at 7.00 the see another customer (by arrangement – he’s a market trader who needed stock but had been unable to get down sooner).
Now, after refreshment, I’m off to pick up Number Two son from work. It’s cheaper than paying for the bus.