Self Service!

Finally escaped from the Gulag . Ferry crossing was a bit rocky but we had a nice run down. Stopped at the Silver Sands of Morar to let doggies run around. So nice to be free. Made several stops all the way down taking in a late lunch at a popular tourist cafe/gift shop. Had lovely food and decided to purchase a special significant birthday gift for my pal. Finally settled on one of these fancy Harris Tweedy handbags. Took it to the desk & the assistant mumbled something about wrapping , I said yes thinking she was going to gift wrap my gift as enthusiastically as she did the German lady before me! Instead she proceeded to pull out the brown paper stuffing out the bag, then laid it in front of me. I was thinking do I have to wrap this lovely bag in this ugly crumpled brown paper or what! I stood there foolishly waiting for her to move, she then said "is that all" then demanded I hand over my hard earned shekels  then she just stood there. Im thinking she put enough wrapping on the Germans little poxy box that she would probably have to pay excess baggage! but I must have looked like a right oik  unworthy of her amazing wrapping skills. I departed the establishment with said gaudy purple tweed affair under my arm & also clutching two bottles of beer I purchased. When I got to my pals I had to put said bag in a plastic Chinese take away carrier. The bloody bag was probably made in China anyways! Whats wrong with staff nowadays!