Argosnoughts
The Argonauts were a brave band of comrades who accompanied Jason on his mission to find the Golden Fleece: Greek mythology.
The Argosnoughts were a rude and unreliable pair of sweaty men who eventually delivered a Golden Settee to our cottage last week: Grease mysogyny.
I told them they'd need to 'phone for directions. They didn't. I told them I'd need to leave by 2.30. They didn't arrive. I asked them to be careful with the parcel. They weren't.
Deliveries from Argos are as far from being heroic as Jason was from online shopping.
I asked them why their customer service was so poor.
"All Greek to me" was the sneering reply and I felt as though I'd been well and truly fleeced.
The Argosnoughts were a rude and unreliable pair of sweaty men who eventually delivered a Golden Settee to our cottage last week: Grease mysogyny.
I told them they'd need to 'phone for directions. They didn't. I told them I'd need to leave by 2.30. They didn't arrive. I asked them to be careful with the parcel. They weren't.
Deliveries from Argos are as far from being heroic as Jason was from online shopping.
I asked them why their customer service was so poor.
"All Greek to me" was the sneering reply and I felt as though I'd been well and truly fleeced.
Labels: Argonauts, Argos, customer service, Golden Fleece, Jason, online shopping
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