Now I'm not happy with Screwfix. It started when they sent me an Electricfix catalogue, then told me I was not an Electricfix desirable and would have to stand with the unqualified plebs wait my turn and pay extra for the privilege.
Every time I buy from Screwfix they ask for my name and postcode. As I often need bits when working away from home there is always the chance that someone with a mobile phone and criminal connections near my home might take advantage, it's a lot easier than looking at luggage labels in airports now that Ryanair have done their bit!
The final straw came in Aston on Friday, I had a quick job to attend to and needed a few tools to complete it. Scribbled out a ticket, collected a few consumables together while waiting for a staff member to show. I then waited.... and Waited. All this time I could hear loud sounds of mirth and joviality coming from behind the partition behind the serving area.
Unfortunately the mirth and merriment wasn't very infectious, I found my impatience building to the point where I walked out and left the bits and ticket on the counter.
Never again!