Nice People Thread No. 15, a Cyber Summer

chris_m

Pyxis wrote: »

Edit..... is saying "basically it's complicated" an oxymoron?

At least it reads better than "complicatedly, it's basic" :rotfl:

vivatifosi

Please dqwd

The whole PPI thing is frustrating. I helped my Dad put in a PPI claim using the standard MSE letter. I thought he had an open and shut case: his bank had charged him for PPI on a product even though he was above retirement age and therefore couldn't claim. They turned him down, saying that he hadnt paid for PPI as it was part of the product and included free.

Roll on 18 months and he was approached by a law firm undertaking a class action suit against the bank. He was awarded a reasonable sum, but had to pay the legal firm out of that, when the bank should have damn well paid in the first place. Bloody annoying.

GDB2222

Weirdly, DW is currently at a Death Cafe.

http://deathcafe.com/deathcafes/

Something to do with work, but the connection is pretty elusive to me.

michaels

ivyleaf wrote: »

michaels How are you? The reason I ask is that I seem to have hay fever already....:eek:

Thanks for the thoughts, yup, hayfever been going strong with sniffles and sneezes for the last 2 or 3 weeks, the antihistamine tablets seem to make no odds but do seem to be making me tired again (non-drowsy ones) which I thought they had stopped doing for the last few years.

I was planning to ask for reduced working hours for next tax year today (long story to do with max pension contributions and tax credit rules meaning I could get 95% of my total net pay for working 70% of the hours) but it seems my boss is on holiday - shame no one told me.

DD2 got into her first (only) choice school but we were not exactly in much doubt as (a) we live over the road from the school and (b) her elder sibling is already there. Although most of her school friends will go elsewhere she already has a couple of dozen friends who will go there from Guides, ballet, netball, drama school, football etc.

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

I did, once, get one of them really excited when I told them that I had had an "enormous sum" of PPI after a credit card company automatically added it when I registered my new card :mad:

Eventually I got bored with them and let on that the "enormous sum" was all of 10p, and I'd been refunded the following month after complaining when I saw it on my credit card statement.
:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

You is evil, you is! :rotfl:





That was interesting about the Death
Cafè.
I'd never heard of them before!
If there were one near me, I'd pop in!






Edit......there is one not a million miles away, so I might go to it!

chris_m

chris_m wrote: »

I did, once, get one of them really excited when I told them that I had had an "enormous sum" of PPI after a credit card company automatically added it when I registered my new card :mad:

Eventually I got bored with them and let on that the "enormous sum" was all of 10p, and I'd been refunded the following month after complaining when I saw it on my credit card statement.
:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Pyxis wrote: »

You is evil, you is! :rotfl:

Hehe, that wasn't as bad as when I had a really daft bint (unPC but describes her well)from Fraser the Doubleglazer who couldn't understand that I had all the windows/doors I needed and that I was perfectly happy with them all.
Eventually, having failed with all the other scripted tacks, she tried asking what sort of windows I had. I swear it took ten seconds for my reply "Glass ones" to sink in :rotfl:


I wasn't quite so successful with one who wanted to interest me in a conservatory. At least, I don't think I was successful - I invited them round to give me a quote but they never turned up.
I don't know if that's because they checked the address beforehand and didn't come, or because they turned up but didn't bother to ring my doorbell - when they realised it was a first floor flat :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Pyxis

chris_m wrote: »

Hehe, that wasn't as bad as when I had a really daft bint (unPC but describes her well)from Fraser the Doubleglazer who couldn't understand that I had all the windows/doors I needed and that I was perfectly happy with them all.
Eventually, having failed with all the other scripted tacks, she tried asking what sort of windows I had. I swear it took ten seconds for my reply "Glass ones" to sink in :rotfl:


I wasn't quite so successful with one who wanted to interest me in a conservatory. At least, I don't think I was successful - I invited them round to give me a quote but they never turned up.
I don't know if that's because they checked the address beforehand and didn't come, or because they turned up but didn't bother to ring my doorbell - when they realised it was a first floor flat :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

You is da king of evil, you is! :rotfl:


I might have mentioned this before, can't remember.
Talking about window salesmen, I once lived in a house that sorely needed new windows, so I rang to make an appointment for a visit.

At the time, I had a live-in boyfriend, but the house was mine, I paid the mortgage, and I would be paying for the windows.

The salesman refused to come unless it was at a time when my partner would be there too.
He actually got quite stroppy and said he didn't want to waste his time coming to see me on my own.

I was speechless, and needless to say, would not have ever contemplated buying his windows after that.

I don't know what decade, or century, he was living in.

ivyleaf

Pyxis From what I've read on some other threads, the same thing still happens!

michaels Sorry you're suffering too, but at least I know I'm not imagining it! I'm needing 2 sprays of Fluticasone twice daily - anti-histamines don't touch it.

viva How frustrating :mad:

zagubov

chris_m wrote: »

Hehe, that wasn't as bad as when I had a really daft bint (unPC but describes her well)from Fraser the Doubleglazer who couldn't understand that I had all the windows/doors I needed and that I was perfectly happy with them all.
Eventually, having failed with all the other scripted tacks, she tried asking what sort of windows I had. I swear it took ten seconds for my reply "Glass ones" to sink in :rotfl:


I wasn't quite so successful with one who wanted to interest me in a conservatory. At least, I don't think I was successful - I invited them round to give me a quote but they never turned up.
I don't know if that's because they checked the address beforehand and didn't come, or because they turned up but didn't bother to ring my doorbell - when they realised it was a first floor flat :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

In our first house a relative offered to buy us double-glazing as a present. Booked an appointment and the salesman turned up. Gave us the spiel. We did point out that as scientists in the education sector, he couldn't tell us much more about insulation than we already knew but we were forced to sit through the tedious monologue. When he told us we needed to decide today to get a deal, he was dumbstruck when we replied we weren't paying it; we were just telling a relative whether we wanted it or not. He tried to get us to phone our relative to secure a deal.

When we said that might take a while, as we wouldn't be the beneficiary of any bargain deal he retreated to his car and nervously chainsmoked until we had an answer.

We came away with a very strong impression that this was no way to sell a product to people who could manage even a modest amount of joined-up thinking.:(

Pyxis

Zag, that reminds me of a time when I was in my twenties, and I had the idea of owning a set of Encyclopaedia Brittanica.

All I wanted to know was the price.

Would they tell me the price?

No.

In order to be told the price, I and my flatmate had to sit through two hours of spiel from the salesman and his trainee.
I didn't need the spiel. If I could afford it, I was going to buy it. I asked them several times to just tell me the price, but no joy. (.I was quite young, remember.)

The spiel was the most patronising stuff I'd ever heard.

Eventually, they got to the price. By this time I was sure it was going to be megabucks, due to all the shilly-shallying.
And it was.
Even the cheapest version was way above my price range, and I didn't want any sort of credit deal at that price.

So I made it quite clear it was far too much.

At this point my flatmate told them, nicely, that their spiel had been an insult to my intelligence and she was quite disgusted by the way I'd been treated.

They had the grace to look sheepish.

It was my very first experience of a sales spiel, and ever since, if a salesman has hedged on the question of the price, I abort the discussions. (Like I did with my car, which I know I have spoken about on here).