Went out with Jean, Un-son, Robin's mom. She was in search of a new sofa. I had gotten such good service from the BedShed on Norma road. We went in, and looked.. and waited... and waited. Had a salesman look right at us and walk away... and waited, and waited. We finally got fed up and just walked out. When we were back in her car, I called the number on the business card, and spoke politely, yet firmly with the manager. If one of them had said "Be right with you!" or even acknowleged our presence, we would have waited. Their loss.
So, went to Bunnings, and got some more weed killer, fly traps, and an avocado tree.
Then went to the BedShed on South Street. Talk about a 180 degree difference. We walked in, looked at a few things, test sat on some sofas, and then stood up. We hear a "You going ok?"
To make a long story short, old busted futon is on the curb for roadside household waste pick up, and a new sofa will be replacing it, as Aikidomayland agreed to. (And I quote "The next household waste pick up this year, we toss that broken futon, and replace ." He agreed)
My neck, shoulder and back are a bit angsty right now. Will be putting heat pack on it.
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