One year, I had purchased two Amazon gift cards as gifts. I mailed them off to my recipients. A short time later, one of them sent it back complaining that it was blank so I called Amazon and inquired about the card. I knew I had put money on it and felt sure the receiver of the card was mistaken about it being empty.
Amazon confirmed that the card did, in fact, have money on it, and it was in the $25 amount that I had ordered. However, the dollars had already been spent. I asked if they could see who used the card, thinking she may have used it and then sent it back to me, but Amazon said they couldn’t tell who used it, only that it had been used.
I chalked it up as a learning experience and made a mental note not to send her anymore gift cards. Anything I sent in the future would have to be a tangible gift. I thought that until it happened again.
Sometime later, I made a purchase on Amazon and instead of them charging me the full amount it took off $25. Being curious, I called them again to inquire as to why they gave me that much off on my bill. I certainly did not want an unexpected $25 charge to pop up on me later.
Amazon: Ma’am, didn’t you just make a purchase?
Me: Yes, I did.
Amazon: There was a $25 gift card used on your purchase.
Me: I do not have a $25 card to use. I was paying with a debit card (I had already learned the hard way not to let them bill me).
Amazon: Yes, you do. You bought two of them two months ago (Aha!). One was already used, and then you just used the second one today.
Me: How did I use the second one? I don’t understand. I sent that off to someone else. It wasn’t for me to use.
Amazon: Well, it never got used so when you made today’s purchase it automatically used the card. I don’t understand why that is a problem.
Seriously? I looked at the phone like it was stupid.
Me: Because I bought the cards as gifts, hence the name: GIFT...CARD. Now how messed up is it that I sent it off as a gift and they cannot use it now because some rocket scientist at Amazon used the gift card I bought for them on my own purchases. How do you think that will make me look whenever they go to use the card that I sent as a GIFT? Way to go Amazon!
Amazon: Did you put in the card number whenever you made your purchase today?
Me: I already established earlier that I do not have the physical card. I gave it away as a gift, a present...you know, when you open a package and it’s an Amazon gift card. I guess the surprise is: it’s blank!
Amazon: What about the other one? Did it get used on a purchase you made, as well?
Me: I suspect so seeing how the recipient sent it back and said it was blank.
I explained to her what had happened with that first card after it was sent back to me with complaints of being blank. She put me on hold and came back a few minutes later.
Amazon: I see what happened. Whenever you made purchases it automatically initiated payment first, using the gift card, and then charging the balance to your debit card.
I looked at the phone again like it was stupid. I switched hands thinking maybe if she spoke to the other side of my brain I might understand where her mind is.
Me: We also already established that earlier. What I don’t understand is how a person can buy a gift card and it automatically gets used on them-self. Does Amazon not understand the purpose of a gift card? Is this a lost concept on them? Who buys gift cards for them-self? Do you? If I bought one from Walmart and later made a purchase from them, they would not use the gift card towards my purchase. Walmart understands gift exchanging and presents. I wouldn’t have to explain it to them and, amazingly enough, none of their employees are rocket scientists, either.
Amazon (she’s frustrated now): Ma’am, I can only tell you what happened. What do you want me to do now? How can I solve this problem for you?
Me: Replace them. They are gifts and you took their gifts back. Amazon is acting like Indian Givers!
Amazon: But, you’ve already used them.
Me: That is not my fault. That is Amazon’s fault. They did the deed; now they can undo the deed.
Amazon: Fine! I’ll send them to your email as an E-Card.
Me: What? That’s crazy! Then what do I do?
Amazon: Just forward the email to whoever you want to give it to and have them use the code to activate it. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out!
One January, a friend of mine and I were out and about at a flea market. We met a woman who was telling us that she had been selling her merchandise since only November. I looked at her elaborate display, but said nothing.
She goes on to tell us, “I’m out here selling on the weekends because my 46-year-old husband was my sole source of support and he passed away November 4th of this past year. I had to do something in order to make money.”
My friend, Irene, says, “Oh no! That’s terrible. How did he pass?”
The woman answered, “We don’t know. He went in his sleep. What makes it all the more worse is that the grandchildren were the ones to find him.”
Irene looks at me, but I still say nothing so, she asks, “Was it a heart attack?”
The woman shrugs and says again. “We don’t know. We’re still waiting for the autopsy results.”
After a few more consoling words to the young widow from my friend, we move along. Finally,
when we were far enough away, I asked Irene if she knew what the word crass meant. Irene states that she doesn’t and so I explain that it means rude, or lacks sensitivity.
“Why are you telling me this?” she asks.
As we stop walking and faced each other, I answer, “Because I’m going to be very crass right now...That woman probably killed her husband.”
“Oh my!” Irene exclaimed. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Well, outside of the obvious, the spouse is usually the first one investigated in an unexplained death. Second...two months for the autopsy results? That’s usually because they suspect foul play. Furthermore, I think he could have been poisoned.”
“How did you come to that conclusion?” she asked.
“Because, they don’t know how he died,” I answer. “There’s no obvious signs of death, like a stab wound, gun shot, hung himself and so on. If it had been cancer or heart attack, they would have been able to see it when they opened him up. The only likely cause I, personally, can think of that wouldn’t leave outside and obvious signs is poisoning.”
Irene thinks a minute and says, “Yeah, and you know, she said she’s only been doing this flea market thing since November, but I do remember seeing her running a booth several times over the spring and summer months, too.”
I nodded my head. “Look at her display She didn’t just suddenly acquire that merchandise. That woman has been doing this for years and she’s cultivated it into a business.”
Irene stopped walking to turn and look at me again. Nodding her head in agreement, she declared, “And that’s why you are the one who writes the books.”
Yup, I can see her mugshot picture already.
I don’t usually do political posts on my blog, but this took the cake for me. I was listening to the radio while running errands around town one morning. Hurricane Michael was causing a lot of uproar in Florida and the east coast, at the time. Of course, with the hurricane having to cross two states to reach the Carolina’s two days later, we knew it would have dissipated quite a bit before reaching us. Nonetheless, those in Florida were in great peril.
The deejay’s on the radio truly amazed me the morning before the hurricane landed. I could not believe the conversation and comments they were making. Here is the basic conversation between these two jerks.
deejay1: So what do you think about this Hurricane (Michael)?
deejay2: Well, they say it’s going to be a category 5 by the time it makes landfall.
deejay1: Yeah, that’s what the weatherman is saying and did you hear about the meeting Trump had with FEMA this morning? He was telling FEMA this hurricane was huge; it’s really big.
deejay2: I heard that...yeah, yeah, but Trump needs to stick to (trying) to run the country and not predicting the weather. Everyone else is saying the hurricane is not that big.
deejay1: I agree. The weatherman is saying the winds are almost 155 MPH, but it’s only covering a small amount of ground, so yeah, it’s not going to be a big hurricane.
REALLY? A CAT-5 AT 155 MPH WINDS? Do these people hate Trump that much that they would downplay a dangerous hurricane?
I started to change the channel in disgust when they began talking about Trump rallies and YES, they said it!!
deejay1: You know you have to go online to find a location for the next Trump rally?
deejay2: Yup, no one wants to attend them so, they’re sparse
(Really? The last one had over 100,000 attendees-they’re usually pack, so packed, they have to turn away people).
deejay1: Have you ever been to one? They’re usually pretty benign …
deejay2: ...Yeah, there’s no violence or anything.
deejay1: Exactly! What are these Republicans thinking with no violence? How are they going to get their point across? All they do is carry around those stupid signs.
deejay2: It’s crazy. It’s a crazy world out there…
I switched the channel. I could not believe what I was hearing! They were promoting violence! I was most dismayed because this was a local radio station. The liberal media does not want to admit how well Trump is doing.
The Dow Jones is up higher now than in decades. The unemployment rate is so low with people getting jobs and taking care of themselves. People are gaining self respect and self esteem by the droves, but the Democrats would have you believe this is disastrous! If this is a disaster, then please let me live in a disaster zone!
At the height of the social media craze, I have learned several things about people I’ve known for years that I never knew before. For the most part, social media has created narcissism in a lot of people.
It used to be writers, entertainers, and musicians who were the front liners. Now, it seems everyone is vying to be in the spotlight. People whom I never thought were so ostentatious have really surprised me. For instance:
Billy Bob and his wife, Mary Jane, posted they were going on vacation (out-of-state) and will be gone for a week. Upon their return, they posted a wonderful post about how they’d been robbed and couldn’t for the life of them figure out how anyone even knew they were gone.
Geraldine and her husband went on a wonderful vacation to The Great Smoky Mountains. They were smart, though, and did not post that they were going on vacation. However, those lovely mountain pictures they took and posted right away to social media, obviously, were not of their own sprawling 12 x 12 inner-city backyard.
They were livid to find someone had broken into their home during their absence. “How did anyone even know we’d left the state?” Geraldine posted the afternoon following their return.
I’ve learned that my neighbor, who usually throws the best boozed-filled parties I’ve ever seen, was a devout Christian. While the neighbor on the other side of me, who attends church religiously (no pun intended), just told off the lady across from her. That was her post: “I just told that woman across from me a few words about her dogs!”
What she didn’t post were the “few words,” that she used. From my own living room, I could hear the language and I can attest that it would upset church-going people. That woman used more foul language and cuss words than even I knew.
Rachel and I had a phone conversation and during that call, she called her toddler son an SOB, MF’er, told him to bring is effing ass over there to her. I was a little uptight about it and decided to end the call.
Following her nurturing and mothering words of encouragement toward her own son, I see she’s sharing several post about child abuse, including about how we should watch what we say to children, “after all, they learn by example.”
I didn’t realize how superstitious Linda was until I started receiving private messages “Pass this message to 15 people in the next 10 minutes to receive a bountiful reward by the end of the day.”
Personally, the fact that my feet hit the floor in the beginning of the day and not my ass on a cold slab makes me feel pretty bountiful already...Just saying.
I was impressed that Amy made several posts about women who are sleazy, dress inappropriately, and chased men around like they’re cadaver dogs hot on the trail of Jimmy Hoffa. By the way, Amy has four children, all from different fathers and she’s pregnant with her fifth. She met Baby-Daddy at the nightclub she frequents every Friday night. Pray for her.
Margery was smart. She didn’t post what was wrong at first, only that she was “Feeling sick @ Dr. John’s office.” Of course, she blew it when twenty people commented and asked her what was wrong and she answered them. They all gave her some wonderful money-saving tips for her symptoms. However, I do not think a teaspoon of honey in apple cider vinegar is going to cure her severe case of mononucleosis which she later posted that she was diagnosed with.
I never knew Tom was depressed until he started posting “Feeling sad,” which, of course, created an onslaught of questions about why he was sad and promises of “I’m here if you need me, buddy.”
Todd and Helen are getting a divorce because she caught him with Tina who is the aunt of her best friend, Roxy. Helen and Roxy are no longer speaking because Roxy is siding with Aunt Tina (blood is thicker than water). After all, it was Todd who “opened the door,” and let Aunt Tina in.
Now both sides are duking it out on social media about who was right, who was wrong, and exactly how each individual would handle this unforgivable travesty. Everyone on their friends’ list is contributing to the fight.
Meanwhile, my crew and I are sitting back, passing the popcorn, and taking bets on how long it will be before Todd and Helen are back together, Roxy is kissing butt trying to get back into Helen’s good graces, and Aunt Tina is kicked to the curb trying to defend her right to sleep with “whoever she wants to be with.”
Frank had Chicken Alfredo with a side salad for lunch. Later, he had roast beef smothered in mushroom gravy with peas, carrots, and baked potato topped with sour cream and butter. It all looked so delicious and the pictures turned out great Gee, I sure wish I could eat like that all the time.
It has truly generated a society people and falsehoods. People try to convince others that they live differently than how they really do. For the most part, I enjoy social media for the comedy it produces. I really enjoy the memes. They can be quite hilarious. Which reminds me, I once saw a meme that read, “Sit down...some of us actually know you in real life.”
Social media certainly has its place in the world of technology in which we live, but it should not be used to put out our personal information, either. While I can appreciate that it is a great way to spread news features, stories and columns, I can also appreciate it spreads a lot of fake news, stories, and columns full of misinformation.
It needs a sign up notice that reads: “Enter at your own risk!”
I frequently visit a specific nail salon, Asian Nails. When they are busy, I usually leave and come back later. This action usually generates a conversation between us (customer and salon) as to why I leave and come back.
I explain that I’m busy and when I am out and about, I’m running errands and I am depending on someone else to carry me around (son or hubby). When I do not have the time to wait, I will just come back when it’s more convenient for the both of us. They accept my answer. More importantly, they KNOW I am not a customer who has a lot of time. Such was the following case…
I had a little bit of time, so I did not mind the 10-minute wait to get a chair. The young lady got halfway done with me, then abruptly got up and moved over to the chair to my right and started working on another customer.
A couple of minutes later, I asked, “Are you through?”
To which the customer, not the staff, the customer to my left, answers, “They’re trying to do two people at a time. Someone will be with you shortly.”
Five minutes after this, one of the other young girls finishes her work and pushes in her chair. I say to my son who is behind me, “No one else is waiting so she’ll be coming to me next.”
Instead, the girl walks in the back. I thought that maybe she needed a breather, bathroom break, something along those lines. Nope. I smell food cooking. She’s making lunch. Okay...she needed a break.
Five minutes later, the little guy finishes so I tell my son, who is checking his watch at this point, as he has to get ready for work, “Just a minute longer.”
The little guy pushes his chair in and moves over to the computer and starts working. So...the customer can wait, but whatever work that needed to be on the computer cannot wait.
“We can leave if we need to,” I suggested.
He answered, “No, we’re okay for a few more minutes, but don’t forget, we still have to go to the post office, Walgreens, and the Meat Locker to get something for dinner.”
Five minutes later (which totals to almost 20 minutes when you add the first few minutes I waited before questioning anything), the man next to me finishes the helpful customer to my left.
He gets up, get a bottle of water, and stands there staring out the window drinking it. Then he walks over, pushes his chair in, and walks to the back where he’s talking to the girl who is eating her lunch.
I got up and walked out. The lady up front asked, “What happened?” and I did not stop to tell her.
I feel they were rude. First, you don’t start with one customer and then leave them to go do another. I explained to my son, that’s like someone ringing you up at the store and then stopping in the middle to go to another register and ring someone else up. You need to finish what you start!
Second, if that’s not rude enough, it was even more so with three staff ignoring the one customer who had been sitting there waiting to be finished. They left me waiting a few minutes to...5...10...15 more minutes and then sauntered off to the back.
My son says, “But Mom, they’re trying to make money so they work on two people at a time.”
To which I replied, “They were not working on me at all, much less two at a time, but for the sake of argument; how much money did they make with me getting up and walking out?”
In the past, I have told them, “No, you need to finish me first before you move on to someone else. I did not come in here to be shoved aside. My money and time is just as good as anyone else’s and if you want it, you’ll need to finish what you started.”