trevtheturner
Established Member
Recently bought a worktop at Homebase. Quoted me £26 delivery to my home approx. 8 miles away. At the same time bought a new thermostat for the central heating - reached home, opened the box, five sets of instructions in different languages but none in English! 'Phoned Homebase - "Yes, we've got the instructions, will put them to one side for you."
Following morning, trip back to Homebase.
Me to girl at Service Counter, "bought this yesterday, loads of instructions but none in English, they should have been put aside for me."
Girl roots about under counter, "Yes, here they are."
Me, very politely,"thank you very much. By the way, yesterday I was here quoted £26 to deliver a worktop to my home. These instructions should have been in the box, so how much are you going to pay me for having to make a special second round trip to collect them?"
Girl, :shock: pause for thought, then, "oh, that's between you and the manufacturer!"
Me, "no it's not. I bought it here, not from the manufacturer. So my contract is with Homebase. How much are you going to pay me?"
Girl: long pause then onto the PA system, "Ian to the Service Counter please."
A nice little queue is beginning to accumulate by the time Ian, the manager, appears. I explain again to him, maintaining my attitude of pleasant good manners, but it is obvious, and understandable from his point of view, that he wants to get rid of me.
Ian, "I can give you a discount of £13, half the delivery charge."
Me, "okay."
Ian, to girl, "show it as a discount, not compensation."
Ian, to me, "have you got your receipt for the delivery?"
Me, "no, I wasn't going to pay £26 for a delivery for a few miles up the road. I got the worktop in the car and took it home myself!"
Ian, of course, had already committed to 13 quid, so I left with £13 cash - oh, and my English instructions. I wasn't really expecting anything and would have been happy with a fiver for petrol!
Cheers,
Trev.
Following morning, trip back to Homebase.
Me to girl at Service Counter, "bought this yesterday, loads of instructions but none in English, they should have been put aside for me."
Girl roots about under counter, "Yes, here they are."
Me, very politely,"thank you very much. By the way, yesterday I was here quoted £26 to deliver a worktop to my home. These instructions should have been in the box, so how much are you going to pay me for having to make a special second round trip to collect them?"
Girl, :shock: pause for thought, then, "oh, that's between you and the manufacturer!"
Me, "no it's not. I bought it here, not from the manufacturer. So my contract is with Homebase. How much are you going to pay me?"
Girl: long pause then onto the PA system, "Ian to the Service Counter please."
A nice little queue is beginning to accumulate by the time Ian, the manager, appears. I explain again to him, maintaining my attitude of pleasant good manners, but it is obvious, and understandable from his point of view, that he wants to get rid of me.
Ian, "I can give you a discount of £13, half the delivery charge."
Me, "okay."
Ian, to girl, "show it as a discount, not compensation."
Ian, to me, "have you got your receipt for the delivery?"
Me, "no, I wasn't going to pay £26 for a delivery for a few miles up the road. I got the worktop in the car and took it home myself!"
Ian, of course, had already committed to 13 quid, so I left with £13 cash - oh, and my English instructions. I wasn't really expecting anything and would have been happy with a fiver for petrol!
Cheers,
Trev.