I got my guitar back today. I put it in for repairs and the guy promised me it to be fixed within a week. Two weeks later I ask where it is and he promised it a week last friday. Last Tuesday I asked for it and he said it'll be in today. Luckily, by the powers of whatever deity may exist, it was in. I thoroughly tested it out, mostly for my own amusement to annoy them with my purposely sloppy version of the intro riff Sweet Child O Mine for 5 mins straight.

So I walk up to the counter.

Asshat: "That's £60, please."
Me: "No, it isn't."
Asshat: "What?"
Me: *explained how long it's been in and why that's what's known as 'bad service' in the trade*

He made the mistake of telling me it may need a new battery soon (I use active pickups) to which I said "It was a fresh battery when I gave it in", which is wasn't.

So I managed to haggle him down from £60 to £40 with a free battery. I'm pretty sure he tried to pawn off his barely legal daughter on me too, as she began fawning over me when I was haggling. It was pretty creepy.

For some ungodly reason, the guitar was tuned to G as well. For those who don't know, that's tuned UP two steps higher than standard.

Today's moral: Never shop at this place, and if you do - the staff have no soul and should be treated as such.