Well, it was only a matter of time before someone sent me off the deep end again. I really hate it when someone gets my order wrong. Actually, I really, really, really hate it when someone gets my order wrong. So I guess there was a meeting of the Stupid Council and they decided it was my turn again. Thanks a lot.
I went to pick up my new glasses and the lenses were incorrect. I asked for transition lenses so that I wouldn't have that damn bi-focal line through the lens. Yes, I said bi-focal. Yes, I am getting old. So the nice lady takes the glasses out of the case and what do I see? That damn bi-focal line that I specifically said that I did not want.
Now, maybe I shouldn't have gotten upset but I did. I told the nice lady that I knew it wasn't her fault, however, I thought I would rant about the dumb blonde who wrote up my order in the first place. Before I go any further I would like to define what a dumb blonde is because not all blondes are dumb. A dumb blonde is someone who can't do anything without messing it up. Dumb blondes are not natural blondes. Most can't spell, read, write or do anything educated. Most also can't drive. Thanks from my friends at Urbandictionary.com for that definition.
Here's the deal...I don't think anybody gives a crap anymore...Customer service has gone right down the toilet. So what if Bill's plain cheeseburger has ketchup, mustard, pickles and onions on it. So what if Bill's mail order thingamabob is missing some parts. So what if Bill's glasses aren't what he wanted. There is no consequence for screwing up.
Enough excuses already...just get my order right.
Be Well.
Bill
