Just over a year ago my wife & I purchased a new three piece suit from SCS furniture store. I was asked to fill in their on-line review of our ‘SCS experience’. I did. I didn’t get to edit. This is me pretty much naked. I was kind to the salesman.
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What can I say about my experience at SCS Silverlink today?
Well, for starters my wife told me it was Halfords - which is just next door - so when I asked the muscular Scottish bloke where the windscreen wipers were he was, a bit bemused. As was I when I actually had a look around. There were sofas and carpets everywhere; ‘Wow,’ I muttered to myself, ‘Halfords has a waiting room.’ Of course, the muscular Scottish bloke knew it wasn’t Halfords (probably because he works for SCS) and hooked me a, ‘the missus just set you up’ look. It was an expression so, so familiar to me in retail establishments.
‘Don’t tell me, ’I said, resignedly, ‘we’re in a sofa shop, aren’t we?’
The muscular Scottish bloke nodded sympathetically. I warmed to him in an instant.
So, like the unfortunate kipper, “wor lass” had stitched me up once again.
Now, before my involuntary visit to SCS today, I had always viewed shopping for furniture as something of a last resort. I much prefer hammocks. But wor lass is not a fan of hammocks or tuffets or anything like that and to preserve the harmony of the family unit I, well…caved in under her steely glare. The muscular Scottish bloke, however, has changed my mind on that score.
He couldn’t have been more helpful, encouraging us to roam around and lounge about on the furniture (which I did, on a sideboard until the wife pushed me off). He made the experience enjoyable for me, whilst treating wor lass like she knew what she was talking about, answering all of her many questions without so much as an elevated eyebrow.
Finally, after sitting on every sofa in the shop, the wife came to a decision and told me we were buying it.
‘Can’t we look at some more?’ I asked. So pleasant had the muscular Scottish bloke made my SCS experience that I had totally forgotten about Halfords and wanted to stay in SCS forever.
She replied in the negative, of course, and the muscular Scottish bloke whizzed through the paperwork in an instant. Then, just like that, it was done and the missus was pulling at my arm to leave.
‘What’s your name, muscular Scottish bloke?’ I asked.
He smiled and shook my hand, ‘It’s Rob,’ he answered, ‘Call again, anytime.’
Instantly I knew why I had been drawn to this amiable good guy. Rob is, of course, short for Robert which spelled backwards is Trebor which are, in turn, the strongest, best and freshest mints in existence. No wonder my experience had been so refreshing.
‘You can count on it, Rob,’ I said, ‘You can count on it!’