Friday, July 29, 2005

The Ballerina is home!

Instead of calling Hobby Lobby again, I drove up there, thinking maybe I'd get better results. I'd taken the kids to lunch and bookhunting at Goodwill, so I got there about 2:30. I went back to the framing department and spoke with D. T, the guy I needed to talk to, and apparently the only one in the whole framing dept. that knows anything, was at lunch. Say what? The guy comes to work at 1 and is having lunch at 2:30? Weird. D knows absolutely nothing about my piece, or about much else, it seems. He says he could hunt for it, but it would probably take him at least 20 minutes to find. Good grief, are they that disorganized back there? D says to come back in 15 or so minutes when T will be back.

At this point, I know I am getting my piece back whether it is framed or not. So I wander around the store for 20 minutes, then go back to framing and finally speak with T. I inquire about how much longer my piece is going to take, and without checking anything, he promptly tells me everything is a two week turnaround. Ooookay. When I dropped the piece off, D is the one who wrote up the order, and he told me it would be a few days. There's a difference between a few days and two weeks. Also, when I had spoken to D 20 minutes before, I had to wait for him to finish with a customer, and he told her her stuff would be ready in about 2 days. Huge difference between 2 days and 2 weeks!

So I tell T to cough up my piece, I want it back. He goes back into the back, and proceeds to madly search for about 7 minutes until he finally lays hands on the ballerina, which is already framed and ready to go, by some miracle. So I take her and go. And I won't be back. Next time I need something framed, I'll try my other Hobby Lobby. And I'll make sure they do it while I wait.

Other adventures we had while out today:

We saw a pickup truck with a tag reading ROPE ME. I don't even want to contemplate what that might mean.

At Goodwill, DS got out of the car and screeched. Turns out there was a daddy longlegs crawling on the outside of the car. DS proceeds to leave the door open while the spider crawls inside, and then is scared to get in the car for the rest of the trip. The spider apparently crawls into the trunk, never to be seen again.

In the grocery store, DS was in the way of a man in one of those motorized carts. He didn't notice he was in this man's way, and the man didn't ask him to move, just sat there glaring until DS moved and he could get by. Then as he passed DS, he growled at DS that he was going to get run over. I almost went after him and demanded that he apologize to my son, but I decided I didn't want to get into a screaming match in the middle of the grocery store. After thinking about it some more though, I've decided I did the wrong thing, and I should have gone after him and instructed him in manners. He had no right to speak to my child like that.

And on a sadder note, tomorrow I have to take our cat to the shelter. I've been battling her bad toilet habits for something like 2 years now, and nothing has helped. I'm sad to have to take her, but I simply can't keep her anymore. My whole house smells of cat urine, and she keeps finding new and creative places to go potty. I have to stop thinking of the cat and start thinking of DH and the kids. The shelter is a no kill one, so at least I know they won't put her down. Hopefully she will find a new home.


At 8:46 PM, Blogger Erin (moviemuse) said...

I'm so sorry, Cris. What a totally rotten day. {{{hugs}}}

At 9:49 PM, Blogger Valerie (grvlgal) said...

That is unbelievable !!!! Next time you need to get something dropped in a frame, come see me and we'll go to the one down the street. Geez. If anything I have learned from you & Ginny....never leave your needlework behind. Ever.

And I'm very sorry about kitty. I'm glad that it's a no kill shelter. I know that wasn't an easy decision to make.


At 10:02 AM, Blogger Literary Lady said...

It probably would be far more effective to talk (loudly) to your son about how important manners are and that asking someone to "Please excuse me" would have worked better than getting everyone else upset.

Lecturing the man in public would not make him polite, but using it as a teaching tool for your son might yield results you can see down the road! :)

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