I have very little patience with shopping. I know what I want and I buy it as quickly as possible.
On occasions I think I know what I want and I buy it as quickly as possible.
This is where the Internet becomes a dangerous place.
I could tell from the tone of his voice the delivery man was pissed off. (I couldn't tell much else as I can never understand a word anyone says over the Intercom. "I've come to murder you in your own home". "Ok!" I'd reply merrily before buzzing them up). Watching him to try to manoeuvre the half-landing I could see why.
My feeble "Oooh, I wasn't expecting something that big" followed by a burst of uncontrollable, hysterical, nervous laughter did not go down well.
After signing for the box, same height as me and wider, I dragged it inside in bewilderment (surely they'd sent me the wrong thing) before attacking the tape with a kitchen knife. Lo! The Rolls Royce of bike bags.
Will it ensure BA doesn't bend my bike to buggery? Yes.
Can I strap it to the back of my bike for a tour of the Danube? Can I f**k!
Return to bike company by courier. Small fortune.
Leave at left luggage in Vienna airport. Small fortune.
I needed to speak to someone. I almost called my dad but couldn't bear the 'didn't you read what you were buying' lecture; my friend G, is indisposed and C is going to kill me.