Originally Posted by Carth

Why does nobody get that I don't want apps all over the phone, or a new state of the art bank account (lol)
You guys are happy with your aps and 6 levels of security, I'm happier if I can walk into a shop and pay cash (or use a debit card without revealing the story of my life)

Originally Posted by Carth

But . . if they had the bugger in the store, I'd just pay over the counter with my debit card, pick the box up and walk out, right?

If they're transferring the item from one of their other stores to this one, (which is what they intended to do), why do they need all my damn info instead of allowing me to walk in, pay, and collect the damn thing.

Originally Posted by Carth

decided to bite the bullet and order it . . for delivery (make them work for the info).

Failed at payment process, bank unable to send authorisation (again) . . probably because they don't have my phone number or email

Hey, knock it all you like but I know any emails or phone calls -supposedly - from the bank can safely be told to . . . do one

I'm saving a fortune by not being able to spend my own money

Originally Posted by Carth

It's true I have failed in my feeble attempt to buy a new computer desk, so will continue to use the old one. I've saved a few quid, a shop/outlet/manufacturer has lost a few quid. I reckon I'm up on the deal

As far as watching (crap) on the TV goes, if you watch it you watch it, no matter how or when or by which convoluted method is chosen.

edit: Dogs don't need surnames, that's almost as bad as people naming their car Betsy or something

Originally Posted by Carth

Follow up to the 'buying online' fiasco.

Spent 10 minutes on the phone trying to get through to a human at the bank.
10 minutes of a recorded voice telling me which wonderful services they can offer me, and the apps & websites to use.
10 minutes of me repeating *a certain naughty phrase* while waiting . . I read something online the other day about people giving abuse to AI, not surprised in the least . .
Anyway, eventually reached a pleasant woman who couldn't sort me out today . . . because after confirming all the security crap she threw at me that tied me to the account, I still need to be contacted by posted letter containing a code I have to ring back* and pass on to them.

*quite obviously another frustrating 10 minutes of uttering spectacular swear words at an inanimate object . . . such is life.