As you will have undoubtedly gathered by now, the name of my blog is Doms ranDOM rants. If you’ve read any of my blog posts you will have noticed that there doesn’t seem to be much ranting going on here. That’s because I choose to keep this a happy place. But sometimes in life you just need to blast off.
So, the solution is a monthly rant. Ladies and gents, I hereby proudly present my monthly rant starting with the ‘September Rant’.
This story actually dates back to July but I haven’t found the time to post the blog. Never the less, the incident was rather ridiculous and I still feel strong negativity about my experience.
I needed to get my house key copied! This would be a difficult and tricky task if I was living in a remote place, 40 years ago. Surely not in London in 2011. So the story goes ...
One Monday in July, I go to Tinkton in Liverpool Street and pay £5 to get my house key copied. Of course (even in London) they have restricted opening hours so I have to rush there after work. As I arrived at ten to six I sensed the shop staff’s unhappiness about my late entrance. Anyways, I have the key and happily skedaddled home to use my newly bought key at the door. Disappointment! The key fits the lock but doesn’t turn.
Tuesday, I use my entire lunch break to go back to the store and have some further amendments made to it. The shop keeper says: “I’m only working with half the parts as I don’t have the lock.” Confused by his comments, I imagine myself taking my flats front door off its hinges and transporting it via London Underground first to work, then to his shop – stop it! That evening I was so excited about going home to see if the key works. I know it’s sad but it doesn’t even compare to the sadness I felt when once again the key slides in the lock but wouldn’t turn.
Wednesday, I return to the shop once again (of course this takes up my entire lunch break again). This time the shop keeper takes the key he made on Monday and amended on Tuesday and throws it in the bin. He grabs a new template off the wall and produces another key. Speechless, I return to the office wondering if tonight the key will work. I arrived home AND ... THE KEY WORKS!!! Hurrah, Bravo, Fireworks. Now, did that have to be this complicated!
I’d like to close on a happy note ... If you want to be happy, don’t go to Tinkton.
