A few weeks ago I was helping a younger family member in a house move. As we all know, the more moves you do, the more stuff you accumulate each time.
I recall my early house moves where it literally all could be done with a few suitcases, some boxes and a hired taxi or minicab for one trip across town.
Then as time progressed this process morphed in to needing somebody with an estate car (that’s station wagon for my North American readers), then fast forward a few years and houses more and then it’s small vans, then larger vans and so on!
Anyway this move was at the large van stage…… plus some car loads. So we did our first trip of about an estimated four more for the day and soon discovered that parking at the new house destination was best achieved by unloading at the adjacent leisure centre car park rather than squeezing in to a small parking space immediately outside the property.
So after a tiring day with four trips done it was time for a quick meal break in the evening with some pizza before Ikea furniture re-building! We had soon discovered that Billy the bookcase was not keen on this concept of moving …anyway that’s a tale for another day.
So we just relaxed for this quick meal break and I used the opportunity to look at my phone and check for messages.
I was a little surprised that Google had become aware I was right next to a gym and wanted to know how I rated my visit!!
Thorough and efficient as ever, she asked me the same question, three more times. Did I enjoy my visit and can I write a review? Dare I say it , a bit abrupt in its tone and approach with me…especially as this is just my phone in dialogue with me!
It reminded me though of the opposite situation…our dog in his letter years was becoming a regular visitor to the vet particularly in his latter years for various boosters, dental issues and so on. We had a very kindly, softly spoken a Scottish vet in our Yorkshire veterinary surgery thst we had attended (No, it wasn’t James Herriot, but it was that kind of place).
On lifting Geoffrey our dog onto the bench and sticking yet another needle in him and just getting compliance and tolerance from the dog…the vet was heard to comment ” you know, I am sure if Geoffrey could speak, he would be a very polite dog”. So Google….please do take note of how to behave and learn some manners!
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