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[gothwalk]

Bloody Argos employees.

I wanted a desk. One of my co-workers here said that if I went down and got the desk before she goes home at 16:00, she'd bring her car down and pick me and it up, and then I could get a taxi home in the evening.

So I got on the phone to Argos' rather neat reservation system. You can reserve anything in any of the shops, and then go and pick it up - saves wasted trips. I reserved my desk and went down to get it.

Going in the door, I passed three pretty girls in jeans and leather and beads and the other accoutrements of students in the Dun Laoghaire College of Art and Design (you can recognise them after a few months here). They were carrying a big heavy package, and I held the door open for them.

I headed up to the counter, filled in the wee form, and handed it to the cheerful looking guy there.
"None left," he says.
"No, there's one there - I was on the phone a minute ago."
"Nah, I just the last one to them (pointing at the girls)."
"But I reserved it."
"Yeah, I cancelled that."

The mind boggles.

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[hkim.livejournal.com]

Hehe, I ask because I scanned in the same image from an article on the ad campaign from THE FACE magazine and used it here. If I remember right, the text underneath the one I scanned was 'MEEK. MILD. AS IF'. :)

[root-down.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I remember that ad campaign. I thought it was pretty clever.