Curry’s – The store not the food
I’m writing this on behalf of my brother, though I was there and argued with the bastards at the shop so technically it’s my gripe as well, anyway here’s the story… an oven and a dishwasher were both purchased at separate times from this piece of shit shop (don’t shop there, they’re mostly wankers) anyway after a short time both items broke down, so they got in contact with them, and they decided the course of action to be taken would be an engineer to be sent around to fix the items, “fine” they said “when will it be” to which they replied afternoon, basically as you’d expect after 12! anyway the engineer arrived before 12 and at 12:05 exactly, my brothers girlfriend came home to which she was greeted by a feckless engineer that was about to drive off, when she questioned his decision to leave he said, and I quote “I’ve got a lot on I’m going up to hazel grove” first of all. who fucking gives a shit where he’s going and why he’s going there, personally I don’t give a fuck if he had to rush home because his aging mother had fallen down 2 flights of stairs because the stannah had given way under her fat fucking arse, he was there to do a job and didn’t do it.
anyway to cut the rest of the story short because to be honest I’m in a bad mood and can’t be fucked writing, both Items were “repaired” 4 times each and curry’s refuse to refund the money because, and I’m taking a wild stab in the dark on this one, most of the staff there haven’t been exposed to actual sunlight in a decade and they make up for their dick deficiency by lording it over the poor bastards who sadly chose to shop there, anyway the last straw was the last engineers attitude towards the oven, when he phoned to say “I’ve ordered the parts” which would of been fine except he hadn’t been around yet but he knew exactly how the thing was broken because and I quote again “this model is renowned for breaking this way” so not only are curry’s a bunch of trollish pricks but they also knowingly sell shit.
so again DON’T shop there unless you’re strapped with explosives on a mission from god.
Paul Stevenson – The Bringer of Doom
