Showing posts with label Poop-head of the Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poop-head of the Week. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

Poop-head of the Week

I think this segment needs a jingle. Maybe I'll think of one for next week.

So this week's "Poop-head of the Week" award goes to...drumroll please..........the "Customer Service" lady at a furniture store in Puyallup (which shall remain unnamed because I don't want to get sued or anything, and with my luck, I would be).

So in late December I made the jaunt from Everett to Puyallup to buy some bunching tables I had eyed a few months earlier. Bought them, brought them home, and built 1 of 2 with no problems. Now I really only wanted one because we have a sectional and one was the perfect size. But I had to buy the set so I figured I'd build the other one and Phil could use it for his nightstand (since he's currently using a really attractive metal...thing). So I started building the second one, and that's where the trouble started. I was missing 2 screws AND the pre-drilled hole in one of the legs had been drilled crooked. So I called the furniture store the next day and put in the order for the screws and a new table leg. This particular table had two different angles of legs...qty 2 of leg 1 and qty 2 of leg 2. Of course I failed to write down which leg, leg 1 or leg 2, I needed. But the lady was real accommodating and said she'd just send one of each. Sweet!

So, about FIVE OR SIX WEEKS later, my replacements parts have arrived. Phil and I sit down to put this table together...you know, the one that has been sitting in a pile off to one side in the bedroom for FIVE OR SIX WEEKS. And something just isn't right. Things aren't lining up. It looks...weird. A closer look reveals that the furniture store-who-must-not-be-named has sent qty 2 leg 2s. And we're thinking "Great, because what we were missing was a leg 2!" But this is weird...both of these leg 2s they have sent are the same angle as our leg 1s. Yeah, they sent qty 2 of the wrong leg. So I call them again and explain. Except the "customer service" lady only works Wednesday through Saturday, so I have to leave a message. And she doesn't call me back the next week, so I call her again, on Wednesday. I explain what happened and she kind of giggles and says she'll have 1 of each sent this time. And I'm like, okay, but can you just take the parts from another set you have there in the warehouse because I don't want to wait FIVE OR SIX WEEKS this time. And she's like, sure, I'll see if we have one. Hooookay.

About TWO WEEKS later, haven't heard from her, nothing in the mail. Call and leave a message, which again, she doesn't return. So yesterday I called her. She's not there, even though its Thursday, so I leave a message. Kind of a pissed off message. And she calls me today and leaves a message, "I had those sent to you over a week ago so I'm surprised you haven't seen them yet! I'll send two more today!" Suuuuuuuuuuure. Those table legs are about as likely to have been lost in the mail as my old tenant's rent check...and don't even get me started on that poop-head.

Well I'm gonna head down to Puyallup this weekend and I might just have to pay this furniture store a visit. And if I get back up here and there are 4 table legs sitting on my front porch...well, she's still a poop-head because I bought it in late December and its now mid-March and that is NOT customer service. Humphhh.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Poop-head of the Week

Welcome to a new segment I like to call "Poop-head of the Week"! I thought about calling it "Idiot of the Week", but then I figured, some people just can't help being ignorant. But whether or not someone is a poop-head is totally within their control. And now that I am all grown up and living in the ''real" world, I'm bumping into a lot of poop-heads and I think the poopiest of them all should be recognized each week. Probably every Friday, because that's really when I've had all the poop-headedness I can take and it's good to get it out so I can enjoy my weekend.

This week's "Poophead of the Week" award goes to the lady in the Costco parking lot who was inches away from t-boning us today. After she and Phil both slammed on the breaks and Phil threw his hands up in the air, she starting angrily mouthing something at us. So Phil pulled around and rolled down his window and she promptly informed us that cars in the main aisle (us) are supposed to yield to cars in the cross-aisles (her). What the heck driving school did she go to?? So then Phil reminded her (without using profanity) that she was the one with the stop sign and I guess that stumped her a bit because then, with a mouthful of Costco hotdog spewing out all over the place, she told Phil "Fudge You!" Except she didn't say fudge, she said the word. The mother of all swear words. The F dash dash dash word. And then using an impressive amount of restraint, Phil simply rolled his eyes and drove on. Good job honey! Way to be a positive role model for her adolescent son who witnessed his mother's poop-headedness from the passenger seat.
And congratulations to you lady, for achieving this high honor. I hope your hotdog gave you indigestion :P