Pesky workmen

Mr Timbs, the guy who sold us a tumble drier and a years guarantee and which broke down phoned earlier this week. Again.

“I can come out to fix it at the weekend”

“Oh, ok, when?”

“Some time between Friday and Saturday”

Seriously. He said that. I have actually lost count now of the number of times he’s supposed to have come out and not bothered.

“Can’t you be more specific?”

“Ok… Saturday.”

“Can’t you give us a time??”

“Between twelve and one”

Well done Mr. Timbs! You’ve just made an appointment to fix my tumble drier. Again. Except guess what? He didn’t come and he’s not answering his phone. Again.

If you decide to buy white goods from a Mr Timbs who deals with house clearances in Glasgow, don’t. Unless you are happy to accept a worthless guarantee.

Add comment February 7th, 2004