My vendetta

I had some errands to run today, so I went out in my husband's car.

I went by myself.

I can almost hear the cheers and fanfare and see the balloons falling from the ceiling!!

Husband is home today, composing beautiful melodies on his work station, and he never minds when I leave the kids here and go off, so I did. I keep telling you that he is the world's most fantastic and wonderful husband! He really is!

I only had a couple of uninteresting things to do that somehow involved spending only $11!!

The great thing about it is that it's such a pretty day today! It was sunny and blue skies, although it wasn't incredibly warm yet. It was so nice.

I went into Michael's because I wanted to return a can of black spray paint. I decided black was too severe for my home, so I taped the receipt to it and set it on my table by my door so that I could remember to take it back. And when I picked it up to take it out with me to the car, the receipt was gone, torn off with just a little piece of tape remaining. Oh well, I thought, surely they'll let me exchange it straight across for the same thing, just a different color! Uh-huh.

I get there and take it up to the register. The gal says I can exchange it, but it will be at a 40% price cut because, without a receipt, there's no way of knowing if I had bought it on sale or not. Oooookay.......Doesn't she know the prices of things in the store where she works?? Apparently not, because it wasn't on sale when I bought it and it wasn't on sale today. But I said okay and went to get the color that I wanted. I paid for it! Can you believe that?? It was an exchange for the very same thing and I had to pay money!! RRRRRR!!!!!

So any-hooo, I'm standing in there looking for something in particular, and looking.....and looking.....and then I start wandering around because I can't find what I'm looking for, and wondering where someone is so I can ask for help. Was there anyone there to help me???? Nope. The gal at the register even left for a minute, leaving the register unattended.

Nobody helped me, and that's the way it's been every time I go in there! See, that irritates me. If I'm going to go in a store and not be able to find what I want, then I want someone to be around so I can get the help that I need. The last thing I want to do is stand around or wander aimlessly, my mission unaccomplished! RRRRRR!!!!

SO I got what I came in for and hightailed it out of there. I was totally unimpressed with the customer service there and I don't think I will be going back anytime soon.

Wait.

They have the wooden letters I need for my ongoing wall project. *sigh*. I guess I have to go in there one more time.

This is the reason why I'm a champion of small stores, like the scrapbooking shop in my town. There's always someone to help you, and that someone is usually the owner of the store or one of two other people, the owner's mom being one of them. They are incredibly knowledgeable about the stuff they sell, and love the stuff they sell, and love helping people. I always find exactly what I want and need in there. Not to mention that everything is really great too. I always feel like I'm helping the small people when I shop at a neighborhood store.

So I guess I have a vendetta against Michael's. So be it. I knew I didn't want to be there as soon as I walked in.

I'll stick to my favorite little scrapbook shop.

Do you gals have a favorite shop that you would take me to if I was in your town? Tell me!