I refused to believe that it would take that long, but what could I do? So I did what any self-respecting online shopper would do – I waited patiently and stalked, I mean tracked, my shipment like a beast. However, that proved to be an exercise in futility. My order was listed as “in transit” for 9 days and in the meanwhile, I’m receiving promotional emails from Walmart Photo for 25 free 4×6 prints.
|You can use the code if you want. I’m not using it.|
Not interested – under different circumstances maybe, but at the present time, I really only want what I paid for.
And then it happened, just like they said it would, I received a text message and an email informing me that my order was ready for pickup at the jewelry counter. Well it’s about damn time! All I needed to do was to go and get it.
Personally, I have come to expect little, but the following from Walmart: the senior greeter, long lines, and a good deal on a few items, but today I’m expecting a speedy pickup on a Casio G-Shock watch that I purchased several days ago.
In and Out. Easy Peasy.
Who knew something so simple would be so difficult. It was shaping up nicely to resemble a lost episode of Mission Impossible.
For starters, there wasn’t a designated employee working the jewelry counter. I don’t know if there ever is, but you would think after several “Customer Needs Assistance” over the intercom someone wearing a blue vest would show up speedy quick, but that wasn’t the case. I had to stop an unsuspecting employee, who was doing some type of inventory check, to see if she could help me.
I explain to her that I have a site to store item that is ready for pickup in jewelry. She told me that she didn’t work that department, but would call a manager. Using her Motorola Talkabout, she called a manager on duty who responded back quite irritated that “He was on break!”
Wow! Is this guy not familiar with how a walkie-talkie works?
Raymond, the assistant manager, arrived a few minutes later to save the day. He didn’t look like a superhero, but he did remind me of Farnsworth Bentley.
Raymond then radios to Number 2, “Where would jewelry site to store items be?” Number 2 replies, “In the safe.” Raymond soon realizes that the numbers he was previously given may actually be a combination and that combination should obviously open the safe.
So he tries the combo. He tries again. He tries again. And again. And again – before he says to me “Ma’am, she’s new”, referring to the employee who called him over initially.
Me being me replies, “Yeah, but you’re the one trying to open the safe – and that has nothing to do with her being new.”
She smiles and apologizes for the umpteenth time. I reassure her that it is not her fault, but I announce in a crowded room that something wicked this way comes: