The Centre of Nightmares
A real experience by Fred Varden
A trip to get me iPhone fixed
I’m all set up but me feelings are mixed
Pull in t’ car park just after one
Cant find a space till someone’s gone
Or died an’t car’s been towed away
To let another one park for the day
Now the issue of remembering,
which section I’m in, it’s never ending
Arrive inside the Debenhams store
But I’ve not got a clue, upon which floor
I’m on, or where I’m heading to
All I know, is that I need the loo
The Apple Store is not in sight
Directions are needed in this light
People pushing everywhere,
a guy says “you need to go upstairs”
I thought I was, but obviously not
So I wrote it all down in case I forgot
The Genius Bar guy said “hi there Fred”
but I’m sure he’d just got out of bed
He went through the usual system checks
As I’m sat there like a nervous wreck
He said, the software was on the blink
Threw everything at it but the kitchen sink
“If this doesn’t do it, return it if you wish”
Would I really want a repeat of all this?
I leave, take a right instead of a left,
by this time I am completely bereft,
of energy or the wherewithal
to find me car or even walk at all
I take a breather from’t madding crowd,
kids are screaming and it’s really loud
Three hours gone just to fix me phone,
Now all I want is to get back home
Can’t find t’ car, I walk round and round
Not a soul about, no sight nor sound
‘As me car been nicked? surely not,
no way!
And so ends another perfect day!
(Dedicated to The Trafford Centre, England)