This Is London, We Don’t Do Service
Go to New York, buy an expensive present and ask to get it gift-wrapped. It will be returned moments later in immaculate folds of paper and bows with a card attached.
Ask for gift-wrapping in a London department store and the shop assistant will look at you as if you have delivered a cheque to her painted on the side of a cow.
After her initial amazement at such a bizarrely odd request, you then get ten minutes of struggling with bits of paper advertising the product you just bought while you resist the desire to ask ‘Do you want me to give you a hand with that?’ The result is this. Bless.