Wednesday, May 05, 2010
"You probably don't want to swim in that."
Hello blog. It's just you and me now. What have I been doing? Oh, I got married and bought a house. What have you been up to? . . . Really? Huh. I didn't know they made those that big.
Anyway, here's a story. In pictures!
So I'm going to Lake Tahoe in June, and I'd like to go swimming. "Great idea!" you might say, thus proving you've never been to Tahoe in June. The water, if we're lucky, may get up to 60 degrees Fahrenheit! Yay! So I got a wetsuit:
Cute, eh? A little pink for my taste, but it was on sale, and I had a coupon. It arrived today, and imagine my surprise when I tore open the box and found this:
I know, right? At first I was like "Sweet! They must have upgraded me to the acrylic fur version!" But then I got it all the way out of the box and had to admit: Honey, that ain't no wetsuit.
So I called, and I talked to Greg, who was just as confused as I. But to his credit, he apologized 16 times AND gave me a gift certificate AND free shipping AND put in the exchange right away so my wetsuit and Mystery Coat will be swapped like WHAM! I may even get the wetsuit before I return the coat.
And that's kind of a shame, really, because, well:

It is my size, after all.
Anyway, here's a story. In pictures!
So I'm going to Lake Tahoe in June, and I'd like to go swimming. "Great idea!" you might say, thus proving you've never been to Tahoe in June. The water, if we're lucky, may get up to 60 degrees Fahrenheit! Yay! So I got a wetsuit:


So I called, and I talked to Greg, who was just as confused as I. But to his credit, he apologized 16 times AND gave me a gift certificate AND free shipping AND put in the exchange right away so my wetsuit and Mystery Coat will be swapped like WHAM! I may even get the wetsuit before I return the coat.
And that's kind of a shame, really, because, well:

It is my size, after all.
Labels: consumer whore, customer service, vacation
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Chair lust
So, kind of a hobby of mine is furniture design. It took me completely by surprise, and I can tell you exactly when it started (and I will, because this is my blog and I get to do such things): In high school, I climbed with some friends into the upper level of the art museum in Richmond so we could peer over the railing into the Egypt exhibit, which we had no intention of paying to get into. The best illicit view was from the corner where the Art Nouveau furniture (incidentally, one of the finest collections in the country, go figure) was kept. And I said "MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT DESK?" editor's note: quotes may not be accurate It was love at first sight.
Thanks to the Interwebs, I can read about furniture all day long now, if I want. Lately, I've been seeing a chair all over. It's obviously not new (or at least modern, except in the mid-century sense), and I clearly have the same taste as everyone else, because it seems sometimes like everybody has this chair. Anyway, I just found out what it is: The Eames Plywood Lounge Chair.

Co-worker Austin's response: "That doesn't look comfy at all, Megan." But I bet it is. I BET IT IS.
So I had to add it to my Chair Lust List.
... What, you don't have one of those? Anyway, it's Number Two, after the Anthropologie Astrid Chair:

As soon as I win the lottery, man, chairs.
Thanks to the Interwebs, I can read about furniture all day long now, if I want. Lately, I've been seeing a chair all over. It's obviously not new (or at least modern, except in the mid-century sense), and I clearly have the same taste as everyone else, because it seems sometimes like everybody has this chair. Anyway, I just found out what it is: The Eames Plywood Lounge Chair.

Co-worker Austin's response: "That doesn't look comfy at all, Megan." But I bet it is. I BET IT IS.
So I had to add it to my Chair Lust List.
... What, you don't have one of those? Anyway, it's Number Two, after the Anthropologie Astrid Chair:

As soon as I win the lottery, man, chairs.
Labels: consumer whore