Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Why I was two days late with his birthday...


From the start he made a big deal about birthdays. I'm not a birthday person, I don't like the attention and in particular the receiving of presents makes me incredible awkward. But from the beginning - he loved birthdays. We were "officially" going out 2 days before my birthday - he booked premier tickets to the Lion King in London.

2 months later it was his birthday - I decided to take him to Alton Towers. I'd never spent so much on a birthday present, but I didn't care. He's still going on about it. And so the present battle was in full swing.

This year, I had to do well. I couldn't take him away to the hotel I had picked until he was finished his assignments so I endeavoured to find shoes. The kind of shoes Jedward would wear - don't ask he loves them. He's also a size 11, which makes shoe-buying even MORE awkward.

I found an AMAZING pair on a certain sports site, shelled out for the express shipping and set up an account with a forwarding service in the UK as the company didn't ship outside of Merry Ole' England. When I heard no word as to where my order was a chain of e-mails between me and their ridiculous online "Contact Us" service. It went something like this:

Hi, where are my shoes?

Your shoes? Let me see ...Oh wait, you're in Ireland - sorry, cancelled!

Eh, I know I'm in Ireland, it was being shipped to England!
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TALK TO ME!
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Oh sorry about that, go ahead and re-order them.

Eh, what?! Not likely. You fix it!

Oh we're sorry this happened, send us your new order number and we'll refund you the express shipping cost.
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Oh wait, you're billing address is Irish too - no can do.

YOU GUYS SUCK!!!

God bless Asos. I found an exquisite pair of Puma high-tops designed by Alexander McQueen. Laser card, Express shipping, Done. It'll be delivered on Monday ... his birthday is Sunday. Damn, so close. 

Text Mum on Monday:

Did that package arrive ok?

They called when I was out. Can pick it up from the depo tomorrow


... just shoot me