An impassioned plea for sanity from my good friend ChasC who seems to be getting rather pissed off with receiving 5Kgs of unwanted paper with monotonous regularity.
This is what he sent to Next when the latest edition of their catalog dropped onto his mat on the Friday after Christmas...
Please close my account. I can stand it no more. I will never buy anything off you ever again!!!
Please, please, please stop sending me your accursed catalog. It is like the spawn of Satan landing on my doorstep. Nothing stops it coming! My mat is crushed under the weight of it. My bin men are getting hernias carting it away. I am heartily, completely, uttterly and desperately sick of the sight of it.
Save yourself some money and the planet a load of unwanted paper. CLOSE my account and STOP sending me the damned catalog!!!!!
I'll let you know if it works...
(But let's look on the bright side, Chas. At least we have an entry for 'N' in the Shitipedia!)
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Actually, it sort of worked. I got a phone call from Next which was polite but in no way apologetic.
They said they would remove the delivery charge from my account (I wasn't going to pay it anyway!) and they told me to leave it the catalog out on Saturday and it would be collected.
It sat there for two days. In the rain. Getting wet.
The bin men come on Monday, so on Sunday night it went in the bin.
On Monday a man knocked on the door to pick it up. When I asked him where he was on Saturday, he said "They didn't tell me until this morning!"
Outstanding customer service.
Not.
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