Do You REALLY Need To Give Out Your Life Story In A Shop?

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Hi Guys! I'm now back from Mum's and (on the whole) we enjoyed ourselves, especially when the sun shone. Now, on Friday I had to pick up two pairs of leggings from M&S that was an order I had placed on the internet. Picking up the items from the store meant no postage so off to Blackpool's M&S store we went. Upon reaching the Order Collection Point I was pleased to discover only one couple plus another lady in front of me, therefore I assumed I wouldn't be there long. WRONG! For starters, the woman on the counter just didn't want to be there, I could tell (middle-aged). She had two speeds, SLOW and STOP. Apparently, M&S staff are trained to be slow but this woman took it to a whole new level of slowness. If you can picture a Sloth you get the idea. The couple at the front were ordering a new pair of shoes by the looks of it as the ones the guy had weren't wide enough. Should be two minutes of a job but it took at least 10..changing the original order seemed to be the task that took the longest amount of time, plus she kept saying the "computer is slow." "Rather like you love" I muttered under my breath! Eventually, another member of staff turned up and saw to the lady directly in front of me. "This shouldn't take long." I thought. WRONG AGAIN! Talk about giving out your life story (and that was just the member of staff)! Honestly, I don't really know what was happening as a pillar was obscuring my view but there was far too much conversation going on and not enough..er, ordering. The guy ordering his shoes finally turned round and said, "sorry" which I thought was really sweet but the member of staff should've done the same..but she didn't. Not a word in fact. Anyway, it came for her to check my details after the couple had gone and she came out with the dreaded words "yours isn't the address I have here on the computer" giving me a quizzical look. I nearly lost it at that point and thought about what John would've said, to calm myself down. I took a deep breath and told her that I have two accounts with two email addresses. One is for Mum and the other is mine. Obviously, I had used my Mum's account (as I can never remember which email address belongs to which account) but was able to pay with my debit card in the usual way. Anyone would think I was a criminal or something. Anyway, I told her Mum's address and the member of staff was satisfied, therefore handed over the leggings. I rather wish she hadn't as, I'm not happy with them! I've worn one pair already but they're a bit, er, baggy. No shape to them at all. I shall see what they are like once washed but they won't shrink as they're man-made. What a bloody carry on!