You may recall that, here in the pit, I confessed to the vicious slaughter of a couple of misadventurous PC World retail staff not long ago.
Well, once again I must beg your forgiveness and understanding, although in my defence I would like you to understand that this time it was only one salesperson…
**Mangetout: **I’d like to buy this PC/monitor package please
**Salesperson: **Certainly sir, that will be £599.97 please
**M: **Yes, and that does include the TFT flat panel monitor, doesn’t it?
**S: **Yes, it does
(forms are filled etc)
**S: **Now, before we process your credit card, can I just tell you about the extended warranty cover that is available for this item…
**M: **Yes, I saw that, an extra £250 if I recall correctly; thanks but no, I don’t need it.
**S: **It’s just that if you take out the warranty, you’re protected against accidental damage and breakdown for three extra years
**M: ***(Spotting the first lie)*I think you mean three years in total, not three years after the expiration of the standard warranty, in any case, I won’t be taking out the extra cover
**S: **But if the computer should break down, you’d have to pay to have it fixed
**M: **Mmm, yes, in which case I’d fix it myself, unless of course the breakdown occurred within the standard warranty period, in which case it would be covered anyway. I really don’t want the extra cover
**S: **Breakdown wouldn’t necessarily be covered - once you open the case to install something, the warranty will be void
**M: **coughBULLSHIT!cough
**S: **I’m sorry?
**M: **Nothing
**S: ***(in the most patronising voice possible)*And anyway, you might not be able to fix the computer yourself, you may find that specifications have changed in which case you would not be able to find compatible components
**M: **Look, I know you have to try to sell me the warranty, but I’m not going to buy it, can we get on with the transaction now please
**S: **OK, but I’ll have to mark on your receipt that you declined…
**M: **Fuck it, whatever
**S: **It really is worth the peace of mind you know, are you sure…?
(At this point, Mangetout rises up out of his uncomfortable plastic chair and, with a mighty roar, draws a enormous shining Samurai blade from beneath his full-length leather coat.
With a single blow, the salesperson is cleft from crown to navel, there is a lot of blood, but fortunately none of it falls on Mangetout’s credit card, which is duly retrieved.
Mangetout wipes the blade on the remnants of the salesperson’s grubby polyester necktie and calmly leaves the store)