Just went and bought some packing cubes.
I have to say that it was absolute torture, worst shopping experience of my life

The sales assistant had verbal diarrhea. Honestly it was so bad that I actually left the shop and wandered around the shopping centre hoping that I could find somewhere else to buy them as I just couldn't stand her yapping


Not only did she just talk and talk and talk and talk, she was loud, like a screeching cockatoo

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So I went back, it took me twice as long to get them as it would normally have as I was trying to concentrate and work out what we needed, what we had to pack and which sizes to get that would best suit everything we were taking. But I just couldn't concentrate with her going on and on and on and on and on.
I am pink, she is blue
So, she asked me if I was going on holiday, I said "
yes",
where "
USA" "
what for, business" "
no family holiday" "
oh first time" "
no we travel often" "
really, why" "
because we enjoy it" "
how do you do that" "
I book and we go" "
oh i couldn't afford to do that" "
oh" "
so we have nearly paid off our mortgage, we have a unit, it goes to auction this weekend, we have a big house too on the water but have the unit, so we are going to sell the unit to pay the mortgage off and we will be mortgage free. do you have a mortgage" I didn't reply "
so my dog died last week, saddest thing i have ever been through, seriously it was, don't know how people cope when people they love die......"
Seriously, she just kept talking and talking, loud and like a cockatoo. If I wasn't desperate for those things I would have left, I kept saying, I'm just trying to think what we need, trying to get her to just shut up so I could think
Anyway so I got out of there, with a migraine but I have my packing cubes

