Yesterday, we had stuff to do. At 11 a.m., we went to a memorial service for someone The Husband had worked with. He was one of the best dudes I have ever known. He was 89 and had only recently stopped volunteering at a local men's mission. His kind-hearted ways reminded me of my daddy.
The memorial service was over at noon. There was a meal in the church fellowship hall after the service, but I did not want to stay for it. At 2, there was to be a "new vendor presentation" at a local farmer's market, where my BFF and I are considering setting up a booth to sell our handiwork. Even though it'll probably be next year before we'll be ready to do a booth, I wanted to go to this meeting to see what we'll be facing if/when we decide to go for it. We were out of there by 3.
The last thing on my list was to return the Bob Ross toaster to Hobby Lobby. Pictures on my phone indicate that I bought this toaster on January 9. I made toast with it as soon as I got home from the store and was sorely disappointed at the image on it left on the bread. Also, it felt flimsy, and the slots were so shallow that the top of the bread didn't toast. After a few uses, the knobs started to misbehave. In short, it was a piece of crap, and after using it a few times, I decided to return it. It was the principle of the thing. Unfortunately, by then, I'd discarded the box, but I had saved the receipt (a miracle in itself) and our old toaster.
I'd cleared the return with the store manager earlier in the week, after breakfast with The Aunts. I didn't have the toaster with me at the time, so the manager said to ask for her when I returned the toaster. So we go into the store, and I asked for the manager by name. Well, guess what? She no longer works there. An associate went looking for the current manager.
When I saw this woman coming, I expected trouble. She was scowling. I was prepared to go full-on Towanda on her. She wanted to argue with me, but I quickly raised my voice loud enough for bystanders to hear and said, "It's a piece of crap, and not worth what I paid for it, and I'd like my money back." Surprisingly, the woman backed down and authorized the return.
Took me a good hour to get my adrenaline level down.
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