I thought I had learned something about priorities during my cancer. I learned not to sweat the small stuff... and all that. But lately I've wasted time ranting over a lot of stupid things. And with a wedding in 2 weeks, my focus should be elsewhere.
Two weeks later I was still bugged by this "45" that couldn't be played and I called Hallmark. The woman I spoke to handed me over to the woman above her. I had to explain what a record was and I still don't think she understood. She offered me a $5.00 gift card, but I told her that wouldn't do. My complaint was sent to corporate. Oh my.
Mother of the Bride... in Red
I complained enough that they offered to let me keep the red dress, with an extra 10 percent off. That was ridiculous. I returned the dress and shopped elsewhere.
We thought our held mail had been delivered, but began to wonder if we'd gotten it all. After a week, I went to the post office to check. The man at the special door gave me a box of mail with our yellow card on top. I pointed to the card, "This says it was supposed to be delivered a week ago." "Well," he shrugged. "We've got a temporary carrier in your area. You know anyone who wants a job?" When I got home I went through the mail and discovered 5 Sports Illustrated magazines and numerous pieces of mail that belonged to other homes and businesses. I returned to the post office to complain. I got very little satisfaction out of that.
I needed to complain and I'm done. Now I'll just sigh about the rainbow we saw in California and the snow covered mountains we flew over...