Seems to have been a weekend of knitting, cuddling a baby, remembering why I hate Argos and out of town retail parks, online festive shopping and stocking up on magazines. I also just watched The Science of Sleep and wasn't really that impressed. It kept lulling me into a false sense of security as there were bits I enjoyed and then it went all strange.
Not being a driver I don't often go to retail parks, but I wanted to go to Borders to get some festive house p0rn and we decided that whilst there I may as well brave Argos and get blank cards. I normally save Borders for Glasgow as it's in the city centre there but I'm not sure if I'll be going there over the next few weeks (for leisure purposes anyway). Fort Kinnaird is one of the bigger parks I've been to, if not biggest. It even has food stalls in the car park for people who can't walk very far without eating greasy Chinese takeaway. Couldn't find any maps anywhere though, which didn't help, but I found Borders easily enough. It wasn't the best stocked branch I've been in but I grabbed some goodies and asked where Argos was, turned out it was the other side of the universe park.
When I got there there was nothing to tell you what to do if you had reserved items online but I found some computer terminals which told me I could pay there and then pick up. Turns out reserving an item online only cuts out one of the queues (Argos can only exist in a country where people enjoy queuing, although even that seems to be dying out) so I still had to wait for my ticket to be called, and then go to my collection point and wait for longer whilst everyone else behind me either got served first or pushed in. And invaded my personal space. Even the computer announcer started having a go at me - 'Number 641 to your collection point please' - I had been there for about 10 minutes already.
I eventually got the cards and accidentally found another bus stop that meant I didn't need to walk to the other side of the universe park again. The queue was massive, a kid next to me was having some kind of meltdown regarding paper and his mum just couldn't cope anymore, and when the bus eventually came it featured some girls at the back playing music through their mobiles. Maybe we should all get mobiles with speakers and start playing really obscure stuff back at them, see how they like it.
Turns out by the time I got home it would have been quicker to travel back from Glasgow on the train anyway, bit more expensive though I suppose. I was very glad I'd spent a few hours with friends earlier and cuddled the cute baby currently gracing my Flickr account.Having to go through the city centre confirmed to me that I wanted to do the bulk of my festive shopping online, which I did this afternoon. Not as easy as I thought it would be but saved both hassle and money.
Now I've bored you with rant number 47 in a series of 98 about my loathing of Argos, I'll go to bed.
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