Purgatory

We are having to give to our lovely big old wardrobe to my brother as it won't fit in the new house. He has borrowed a horse box for the weekend so we need to empty the wardrobe!
Decide to get a couple of clothes rails to store all suits, dresses, shirts etc

So gird my loins and off to a store that shall remain nameless, save only its colours are blue and yellow and most people love it. To me it is the essence of hell. Floor after floor of stuff that people buy in an attempt to look individual and stylish but the result is a soulless sameness.

However, needs must so after work I join the happy commuters heading to Southampton.

Being a novice shopper at this vast shed I dutifully follow the signs and wheel my trolley through room set ups, garden areas, children's rooms, rugs, etc etc etc finally I find Home Organisation and, feeling very pleased with myself I advance to look at the choice. The cheapest, and it is cheap, is a bit wobbly so I plump for the next one up, take a note of the aisle and location number as instructed and wend my way down, via several more sections, to the Self Service area.

Words cannot describe my frustration!

I find the way back up and go back to the product area. As I thought, no polite note informing people that this product is unavailable! So I put three of the really cheap and wobbly ones in my trolley, along with 10 plastic storage bags and head back down.

Going through the now familiar aisles I feel like an old hand but am determined to never come here again. The few staff that I have met and spoken to have all been polite, cheerful and helpful but can do little to change my opinion.

I self scan the items and load my car, then drive away feeling victorious but exhausted.