Friday, January 15, 2010

More on the Jacket

My home phone doesn't ring that much. It's usually either Mr W's dad, or a solicitor, so I often will let the machine pick it up and screen calls that way. Yes, I've heard of that thing called caller ID, but I don't have it on this phone.

The phone rang yesterday morning as I was on my way out, and I debated about answering it. I thought it might be something about the kid, so I picked it up. To my amazement, it was a real live person from the Bemidji Woolen Mills company calling about the jacket I had ordered. She said they didn't have the red in my size, would I like a bigger or longer one of in red, or my size in gray?

Wow. I chose my size in gray because I thought it's going to be plenty big as it is. So now a gray one is being "sent right out to ya". I thanked her profusely for calling (they could have done this easily by email) and am looking forward to receiving my new jacket. Yea customer service!

1 comment:

  1. Bummer! I wanted to see you in the red! But as you will find out when you get here, plans don't always turn out the way you want them to, and at that time you can respond in a way to bring good energy, and you can respond in a way that brings bad energy. I've been experiencing both . . .

    Can't wait to see you!


Hi, sorry to make the humans do an extra step.