first off, why does everything sound SO much snottier when spoken in a British accent? no matter what the words, you somehow feel like a naughty child when spoken to in a British accent. secondly, i do not take kindly to being told i'm not permitted to do something....anything, even if i don't really want to do said thing, which in this case, i did.
i called Hunter Boots UK to track down a super cute pair of boots i saw on their website. i couldn't complete the order, so i called and asked for a rep. Hunter Boots rep Ellory oh-so-snottily told me, "you're not permitted to order boots from the UK website to the US." i thought she must be mistaken, and told her i was willing to pay the extra shipping cost, etc., because i didn't see these boots for sale on the US website. she got extra special at this point, and told me that "there isn't that much demand for fashion-forward items in the US." really, Ellory? this is the age of the internets, people. we shop online globally, and expect to be reasonably accommodated.
cue total indignation and rage. and a quick google search. there just so happens to be a little thing called a parcel forwarding service. they will provide you a UK address to their warehouse, where your package can be received, inspected, photographed, and shipped to anywhere you freaking want.
so take that, Ellory. turns out i AM permitted....and my new boots are damn cute.
xoxo and all that sappy crap,
mrs. awesome
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