Fat Man in Currys- Shrek 4

I like Currys. Usually. It's all shiny and there are amazing gadgets everywhere that you can pick up and play with. I don't like Curry's staff. They're crap. And rude. And crap. And I hate them even more when they prove me to be wrong. Especially as I'm never wrong.
After having a day to myself yesterday, child with Other Half's parents, it got to about 3pm and realised, i probably should do some tidying up. Got the vacuum cleaner out and it made a whiny noise and had lost some suction. Emptied it, bashed it about, still being whiny. So I decided as we have a 'Whatever happens' policy on it, i phoned Currys told them it was whining and they said to take it to a store and would be replaced. Phone father in law to take me to Currys, got to Currys and Supervisor 'Mark' whom resembles Shrek and whose shirt cannot be tucked in as it doesn't fit over the hairy planet for a belly he has, tells me it's probably the filter, which my cover doesn't cover and to try buying a new one.

"But I've barely had it 6 months it shouldn't need a new filter?"

Shrek: "Not our problem if it's the filter, you're not covered by the warranty."

"What does the bloody warranty cover then?"

Shrek: "If it breaks."

"It is broken."

Shrek: "If it's the filter you're not covered."

We're going round in a circle and I refuse to give into temptation by karate kicking Shrek in the stomach so hard that i bounce off him like a trampoline and end up in a fridge at the back of the store. And storm out, but not without sticking my tongue at him before i go.
Victory is mine.


We go back to the in laws and Father in law announces, "Your filter is blocked."


Apparently vacuuming talcum powder blocks the filter. I blame it on Child as he was the one who emptied the talc on the floor earlier in the week.
I don't back down without a fight.