Sunday, November 16, 2008

Can you believe it?

I went to the credit union to withdraw some money. There were four cars by the window and about three cars at the third tube stall. There was no one in the second stall so of course I pulled right up there. I put my card in the tube and sent it on its way. I waited and waited but nothing happened. I looked up and there was a girl explaining to me that my card in the tube was stuck and that the clerk at the window couldn't talk to me because of it. I had to go into the building. They promised that they would shred my card and they gave me a new one. Only me.

Only Me

I went shopping with my sister last week and bought an exercise top at a store in a city where I didn't live. My sister and I both purchased one. I paid $5.99 for the top. I decided that it was too big and I wanted a smaller size. This should be easy, right. Well here goes. I took my pink, too large, top to the the same store only in a different city. I waited at the service desk at this store for the clerk (only one clerk) to help two others in front of me. I explained that I just wanted to exchange the top for a different size. I looked and found the top I wanted. Of course they didn't have a pink one only green in the size I wanted. I went back over to the service desk. There was a lady in front of me who had bought her I don't know fifteen grandchildren pajamas and got all the wrong sizes. Needless to say she had to return all of those, purchase all new ones, have her receipt stapled, etc. etc. It was a long wait. As I got up to the clerk I noticed that the price of the exchange shirt was for $8.99. I showed it to the clerk and he said that I would have to pay the higher price. Being the polite, nice, sweet person that I am told him that I was not going to pay more for the green shirt and that I had just waited twice in line to pay more for this shirt and had just waisted a half hour of my time. I want my pink shirt back. He checked the price on both shirts and said they were both $8.99. Of course I left my receipt home. There was a fellow that I knew waiting patiently for me to get finished. He was holding a huge Persian rug. I kept apoligizing, etc. The clerk said that he would have to return the money for the pink shirt, give me a gift card for the green shirt, and purchase the green shirt with the gift card. By this time I was so confused and think he was too. Then the cash register wouldn't work and he had to call the store manager, etc. I kept on apologizing to the couple behind me. I don't know how this worked but he gave me a receipt for $9.48 for the purchase of the green shirt and then gave me a receipt for $5.99 and told me that I had a $3.20 credit on my gift card. I can now take back the green shirt for $9.48 and use my $3.20 credit card and basically buy me a new shirt for nothing. If you can figure this out you are doing better than me. Of course, my husband was waiting, not patiently, in the car wondering what on earth had happened to me. Only me.

Friday

This weekend definitely was interesting. I spent Friday at a 5 hour seminar on copyright laws. I was sad to learn that we should have not shown our Richard Simmon's exercise tape for the lunch crowd. To watch those teenage boys exercise to Richard Simmon's was great. We will not do it again unfortunately. It was funny because right after that they all saw Richard Simmon on a commercial. They wouldn't have known who he was if it wasn't for us crazy librarians. I was also sad to know that you will never be able to watch my Dancing Queen video of me and the dogs. It is against copy right laws to use that music. I thought it was pretty cool. I had all the dogs chasing me through the house with me dancing to the music. I am so sorry that you won't be able to witness such a great movie. I know that you are all disappointed. I know I can plead complete stupidity on a lot of the copyright laws that I have broken, but now how can I. I was starting to have restless leg syndrome, I can't sit here any longer, etc. I did leave early but it was a great seminar.