I think the Aristotle Islands are on one of the Great Lakes that surround Wisconsin.
Because I am NOT going to take apart the above prompt.
My friend Jen said I could stray away from the prompts so I don’t feel like I am cheating.
She also gave me a great idea for a prompt that I will use this week.
My FINAL week.
The path that leads to Target, you suck.
I need to vent.
Because she is somewhat at fault for this story.
And I mean this in the most loving way.
So I knew I needed to get one.
Because “things” aren’t sitting where they used to.
First, you need to know, I have never bought myself a nice swimsuit/bikini.
By the way, I haven’t owned a bikini since having children.
So swimsuit it is for the sake of this story.
I usually buy my suits at Wal-Mart, Old Navy during a 50% off sale, Kohl’s on clearance, or Target off-season when I find a hideous color suit but its like four bucks so I reason that I will only wear it around the yard but end up wearing it to the pool regularly because it is the only one that doesn’t ride up my butt.
So I was excited to not only be getting a new swimsuit in February when the picking is good but also a swimsuit that may even make me look more like a Real Housewife and less like a…well….housewife.
So I went to Target.com, giddily placed my order and waited.
When I received the package a few days later, it had not the swimsuit but rather a pair of boys khaki pants.
Oh, believe me, the irony was not lost.
So I immediately called customer service.
While making dinner.
And dealing with two fighting sisters.
And a 7th-grade solar system project.
And this is what they told me:
I need to return the pants and then after the return has been received, I need to reorder the suit online.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I didn’t make the mistake.
I didn’t put the pants in the box.
I placed my order and now I am being punished?
I told this to two different customer service agents and was very nice to them but related to them how unfair this was.
I literally said, “why am I the one who has to make up for your mistake and when I say “you” I mean someone in shipping.”
I killed them with kindness.
I told them that ” I know this isn’t your fault but I need to relate my issue”.
I even said “you are very helpful” at one point!
Nothing they could do for me.
“Just following protocol”.
Which is code for “you are screwed”.
This may seem like a “first world problem” and it is.
But for a stay at home mom, who hardly ever gets anything for herself at Target besides the occasional pair of two buck socks, an Us magazine and a box of Oreo’s, this made me cry.
What happened to the customer always being right?
What happened to go the extra mile???
What happened to me looking skinny at the pool this summer????
I worked retail for 13 years and the things we did for the customer make my stomach turn to this day but this is definitely a case where they failed their customer.
So I won’t be repurchasing that suit.
I will be waiting for the credit to appear on my statement.
And heading to the clearance section of Wal-Mart to find another mismatched swimsuit.
Pass the Oreo’s.