I hate British Gas
I am trembling right now, trembling in anger. I don’t feel well, didn’t have much sleep and just had a fright. I heard somebody mooching around the house, I then heard a loud knock on the living room door. I thought a burglar was in my home. I opened the door and there I saw a man who said hello cheerfully. I was furious! How dare somebody just walk into my home! This guy made the excuse that my door was open, when I know for sure it wasn’t. He turned out to be a British Gas “meter reader”. Even if my door was open, why the heck did he come into my house?! He asked for my name, the creep even compimented how young I looked to be married. Spare me the small talk!
He asked me if I’d prefer him to be outside, I said yes. He then showed his ID and asked me where my gas meter was since it was immediate that he saw it. He then told me to go with him to direct him to the meter. I was furious at this time and wanted to tell him to leave. But I was just so shaken from the incident I went with him. I also assumed by his tone that it was a routine visit.
It turned out it wasn’t essential he was here, he looked at my electric meter and then went on in his sales drawl about how I should switch electricity suppliers. What the heck?! I was seething at this point, glaring at him. I then told him stiffly I was feeling unwell and wanted to get back into my warm home. He still went on with his sales patter. I then said I cannot switch suppliers since my landlord does not permit it, he went about his ways. I rushed back in the house and left Sean a message, then wrote an e-mail of complaint to British Gas. I figured if I phoned them I would have been swearing at them.
This isn’t the first time this has happened, it is the second. I should have known better this time, maybe being ill has affected my judgement? Some few months back I had a British Gas “meter reader” come over and he made the same excuse about the “door being open”. I do not want strange people in my home! It is not right! Isn’t it tresspassing? I should have called the police, but I figured they won’t do a thing about these slimy sales drones. I am shaken from this, I really thought we were being robbed or I was going to be harmed. I am going to make absolutely sure the door is locked at all times now. I’m not risking this again. Shame on you, British Gas! Shame on you!
Rachael
August 7th, 2008 at 2:08 pmWHAT THE F*CK.
I’d call the police anyway. Or crimebusters / crimestoppers. Maybe not 999, but like… the number of your local police station. The non-emergency police. Do it. D:
(In lighter news, I read this title as “I hate British Gays” and made a slight o_O face)