It's Just a Plastic Bit

So the saga continues. Why are such simple tasks so unnecessarily big issues?

All I want is a bit,  a plastic bit. A bit that will fix my leak. A bit that will eventually cost me no more than four quid. So why should it be such an ordeal?

Is it because I don't look like a 'Trader'? Should I have visited the shop decked in my cargo trousers and sweatshirt? No. They would know I'm not a real plumber, of course; everyone seems to know each other here. I wonder whether there's such a thing as Freemasons for plumbers? I wonder this thought as I glance around, all of them sipping the their machine tea and talking fittings and pipes?

I don't know what it's really called, it's just a plastic bit. I don't even know how to fit it yet,  but I'll figure it out. I just want it....p..l..e..e..a..s..e!!!!!

Well, three visits and two broken promises later.

I could'nt really care that the Cearphilly branch had sent one without the seal, and now one without the clip. I couldn't give a hoot that they can't even make one good one out of two because they can't find the one they already sent you. I just want my plastic bit! That's all.

Away I trot, again, eagerly anticipating a call tomorrow, from Neal, that my Bit, MkIII, will be here.  Will he check this time that it is a complete bit?

 
So, if I was a plumber in the middle of a job, how would I feel? Nothing to do with not being a trader, just about poor service.

Now you know, then, why tradesmen cost so much these days. Its not really the call out fee, it's to compensate for inefficient suppliers.

PS: Deadline for MkIII has now gone and passed. Off we go again, I guess...will I ever see it?

Who knows? Good job it's not raining much!!!