My brand-new bed had some assembly issues. The chaps who came to
assemble it did it in such a tearing hurry that I figured it out only once they
were gone. Nothing so serious that I couldn't use it, but when I am paying for
something it’s only fair to expect a proper product. But of course reporting it
means more disruption. The bed people said they'll send a 'technician' over. I
have to say that English people use English words in a way that tickles me in a
nice way sometimes... hehe... maybe because of my love of words I notice it
more keenly when I encounter a word in a context I normally wouldn’t.
So today three huge men (I say huge because I was intimidated by
their number and height together) arrive to check on the bed issue. One of them
was clearly the seniormost, based on age and demeanour. The middle guy (again
based on age and demeanour) held onto the mattress. The young one, who seemed to
be doing the observing and learning, stood a bit away from the door. Seniormost
man started poking around and drilling near the bed frame. At one point he
asked if their company had assembled it? That obviously didn't sound good. When
he was done checking everything, he admitted people just didn't do things right
anymore. Middle person nodded and said seniormost guy was really quite old in
this business. Apparently one of the sideboards was longer than it should be :(
As they were leaving, seniormost said, "in two weeks, you'll
see this handsome man again". I said, "or maybe three". To which
he says, "there's only one handsome man here, the rest are ugly and
ugliest". Hehe... these old English folks and their banter ;)
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Clicked the scene outside as I was walking away from my apartment
block on a rainy morning this week…
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 3:03 am
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