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Jan. 19th, 2003 10:41 pm*sigh*
Got back from New Jersey tonight to discover that we had no oil for the furnace. Funny, the G0ttD@mmned gauge on the tank says we've still got 200 gallons. Guess that goes on the list of stupid stuff to get fixed. I grabbed the Blitz can and cruised up to the nearest fuel station, figuring I'd have to do about five or six trips to get enough in there to last the night and morning, til we could maybe get a delivery in.
While at the station, I fell. Again. On my right knee. Again. And it's starting to swell back up. Again.
Been my day all around, really. So I start thinking fast... I need heat, I need it cheap, I need it NOW... spaceheater! Yes! Triumph! I can pick up a couple of space heaters; we should have them 'in case' anyway. So I grab Megan to ride shotgun (at this point I'm punchy and don't trust trying to drive alone, and we cruise up to WalMart.
Their selection of spaceheaters is ... a bunch of empty shelves, with the 'floor models' on display. The nearby Associate assures us that we can buy them, since there're no more in stock at the moment. Content, we pick two at random, drop them in the little motorized shopping cart I'm in (blew out the knee again, remember?) and cruise over to electronics. Megan wanted to shop and I was sitting down, so no worries. Except the nice lady at the Electronics register tells me that they don't usually -sell- the floor models. (Thank you, Janet, for your time and help!). Well, now I'm puzzled, and she offers to call an Asst Manager over, which sounded like a nifty idea. And he hemmed and hawwed for a bit about selling floor models, and then vanished to 'check it out in the computer system'. Megan had been in the shadows the entire time; the Asst Manager didn't know we were together. She got close enough to him to overhear him on the phone with someone talking about the 'huge, wheelchair-bound customer' that wanted to buy heaters. Which was enough ammo for me, to be honest. But while they were gone, I'd asked Janet candidly how much 'spine' that particular AM had. Her devilish laughter was all the answer I could have hoped for (Frances, darling, I was reminded of you. I felt -seriously- homesick talking to her, and thinking about you). When he came back, I turned up the heat on him a bit, and next thing I know I'm the proud owner of two nice and shiny spaceheaters. :p
Customer Service is a two edged sword... and my edge was honed to a one-molecule wide striking surface during my days with Toys'R'Us (who, incidently, I do NOT recommend as an employer. I worry that I might well have messed up that guy's night... but I -HAD- to have the heaters.
Anyway, that's the state of the (frozen) onion...
*hugs and cuddles*
~Ellie-chan, the frozen doll
Got back from New Jersey tonight to discover that we had no oil for the furnace. Funny, the G0ttD@mmned gauge on the tank says we've still got 200 gallons. Guess that goes on the list of stupid stuff to get fixed. I grabbed the Blitz can and cruised up to the nearest fuel station, figuring I'd have to do about five or six trips to get enough in there to last the night and morning, til we could maybe get a delivery in.
While at the station, I fell. Again. On my right knee. Again. And it's starting to swell back up. Again.
Been my day all around, really. So I start thinking fast... I need heat, I need it cheap, I need it NOW... spaceheater! Yes! Triumph! I can pick up a couple of space heaters; we should have them 'in case' anyway. So I grab Megan to ride shotgun (at this point I'm punchy and don't trust trying to drive alone, and we cruise up to WalMart.
Their selection of spaceheaters is ... a bunch of empty shelves, with the 'floor models' on display. The nearby Associate assures us that we can buy them, since there're no more in stock at the moment. Content, we pick two at random, drop them in the little motorized shopping cart I'm in (blew out the knee again, remember?) and cruise over to electronics. Megan wanted to shop and I was sitting down, so no worries. Except the nice lady at the Electronics register tells me that they don't usually -sell- the floor models. (Thank you, Janet, for your time and help!). Well, now I'm puzzled, and she offers to call an Asst Manager over, which sounded like a nifty idea. And he hemmed and hawwed for a bit about selling floor models, and then vanished to 'check it out in the computer system'. Megan had been in the shadows the entire time; the Asst Manager didn't know we were together. She got close enough to him to overhear him on the phone with someone talking about the 'huge, wheelchair-bound customer' that wanted to buy heaters. Which was enough ammo for me, to be honest. But while they were gone, I'd asked Janet candidly how much 'spine' that particular AM had. Her devilish laughter was all the answer I could have hoped for (Frances, darling, I was reminded of you. I felt -seriously- homesick talking to her, and thinking about you). When he came back, I turned up the heat on him a bit, and next thing I know I'm the proud owner of two nice and shiny spaceheaters. :p
Customer Service is a two edged sword... and my edge was honed to a one-molecule wide striking surface during my days with Toys'R'Us (who, incidently, I do NOT recommend as an employer. I worry that I might well have messed up that guy's night... but I -HAD- to have the heaters.
Anyway, that's the state of the (frozen) onion...
*hugs and cuddles*
~Ellie-chan, the frozen doll
