i lose hats. and gloves. and scarves. they get lost somewhere in the big black abyss. i blame this, of course, on our schizophrenic weather. i can leave the house in mitts and hat and coat and scarf and by the end of the day, it’s 60 degrees and my body needs to be stripped of them…so, off they go…never to be seen again…
remember this hat i bought before i went to Montreal..
gone. as are two black hats. a purple hat. a purple pair of gloves. i’m pretty sure i have a hat and glove set in the back of the civic. and maybe the purple hat might be there too.
anyway, so i had this $50 gift card to Jacob. in November, i bought THE dress. remember? THE dress that had to go back to the store? (that i’m pretty sure i might buy since it’s now on clearance…)
anyway, when i bought the dress, i spent enough money to warrant myself a gift card. so, last night i thought i’d use it to buy a new scarf and hat set…since i was in need (it’s bloody cold outside these days).
when i went to redeem it…(the total cost of hat and scarf?? $16.00! awesome. i’m so thrifty)..the LBC 9lady behind the counter) says, um, yeah, it’s not working. and since you don’t have a receipt
who the fuck keeps receipts when they get gift cards? i mean, what if i had given it to someone for Christmas? i mean, i didn’t, of course, because i’m not that niceÂÂ
there was no possible way she was going to be able to help me. it was the Eaton Centre’s fault. and that was that.
now, normally, i would have been pissed and i would have walked out of the store minus $50. i would have rationalized it and said that i never really had the money to begin with. because i’m not a complainer. i don’t stand up for myself…i’ve always been of the “don’t complain about the food unless you like eating spit. or worse”
like this sorry dude..
but, yesterday, i was tired, and cold and i wasn’t going to let her take advantage of me.
“is there someone you can call? i mean, really, this is a little bit ridiculous. i spent – and spend – a lot of money in your store and that was money that should be rightfully mine. and no one recommended that i keep a receipt for it.”
and i stood there. and held up the line. and gave her the stink-eye.
and she called the HELP DESK. and they said, “you are a fucking moron. why don’t you trying using that little piece of machinery that you have that’s called a scanner?” so she scanned it in…and bum bum bum bum…
it worked.
fucking moron. the LBC.
and i’ve got me a brand new black and white scarf and hat. and it’s lovely. and i will adore it. that is, of course, until i lose it. ÂÂ
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