Category: Thoughtful Reflection

This story begins before Saturday.

[To read the abbreviated version, scroll to the bottom of the post.]

It all started on Wednesday. I read about a new, low-cost, flip camcorder and its abilities to record HD quality – a Kodak zi8. During online review, I thought the price was $150 (it looks like it’s now $179 online.)

On Friday, we ventured to Best Buy store A, and the price was $199 on their tag. After exploring some other flip recorders, we decided to buy the Kodak. We asked the sales representative to work his magic and bring one to us. He checked, and they were sold out.

On Saturday, I called another Best Buy, let’s call this one store B, only to learn they too had sold out. So we went to another Best Buy, store C. When we arrived at the checkout counter, we saw the price was $229! “Hmm,” I responded upon seeing the cost, and then I professionally asked the cashier to check the price. Actually… that’s not entirely true. I wish I had done that. Instead, I muttered repeatedly, like a crazy person: “I think it was $199 yesterday. I’m pretty sure it was $199. David don’t you remember? It said $199. David do you remember? The world is crashing down around me, left means right, up means down. I know it was $199 but this register says it’s not so.” The cashier stared at us and double checked the price. “No, it’s $229.99.” So we said, “Okay, thank you for double checking that!” and ventured out of the store with our new flip camera. We also confirmed that price changes only happen on Sundays. There shouldn’t be price changes between Friday and Saturday.

Then we decided to drive to Best Buy store A. We went over to the display where the cameras were. Sure enough, the Kodak zi8 had a display price of $199. We showed it to the salesperson and said, “Hello kind sir. We just purchased this camera from another Best Buy, because you were sold out, for $229. Should the prices differ across locations?”

“Hmm. They should not!” he replied. “Let me go check.” During this interval, David and I debated.

David: Okay, so if they find out the paper is mistaken, the computer price stands. There is nothing we can do.

Me: But that is false advertising. They have to give us the price listed on the sticker. We would not have bought this camera had we thought it was $229. The $199 compelled us to buy from Best Buy. I would have just bought online had I thought it was $229.

David: No, one time, Amazon listed Nintendo Wii’s for $50. It was a mistake of course, but all these people bought a Wii. Well, Amazon realized the mistake, and refunded people their money, saying they could not sell the product for $50.

Me: That’s not good service. Now all of those people who thought they could buy a Wii for $50 have to either tell their children they will no longer be getting Wiis or buy Wiis they may not have otherwise bought had it not been for the false advertising.

David: Well it’s not good practice, but mistakes happen. What are companies supposed to do?

Me: David, you are a beacon of wisdom and champion of rationale. I suppose I’ll understand if it was a mistake.

Around this time, the salesperson returned and said, “Yeah, the paper is wrong. The price is $229. There’s nothing we can do.”

We thanked the fellow for checking.

This is where the plot thickens. We started to look for memory cards, and I said, “David. I know you want to let this price thing go, but if that salesperson put the paper with the incorrect price back in the same spot, he is advertising false information. Can we check to see what he did with the paper? If he put it back in front of the display camera, I get to go to Customer Service.”

David agreed, and we ventured back over to the display camera. Sure enough, the salesperson had put the paper listing the incorrect price right back in its original spot! False advertising! Outraged, David yanked the paper out of its holder and started charging towards Customer Service. I ran behind him, delighted to speak up for consumer rights. “David let me do the talking!” I insisted. “And then you can do the talking!”

“Fine,” he replied.

Customer Service immediately refunded the $30 difference and tore up the price paper. That’s right.

Abbreviated Version: We went to Best Buy to buy a camera…then we found $30.

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I had some overdue library books, again. This time however, two books were overdue 10 days. I know what you’re thinking: you can’t even look at me right now.

I never rebelled as a teenager you see, so now, in adulthood, I compensate by challenging the limits in strange ways.

Actually, that’s not true. There are more forces at play here.

See, back in the day librarians would stamp the back of library books with a due date, so you knew exactly when the book was due because it was on the book. Now, they give you a slip of paper, like a receipt, for all of your books checked out. Naturally I use these slips of paper as book marks, note papers, coasters, and pretty much anything but reminders of due dates. These easy-to-lose slips of paper are all part of a sinister library plot to encourage more overdue books to collect money from patrons. It’s an elaborate racket. You heard it here first.

Anyway, on Tuesday, I got a call from my mother, while I was at work.

She sounded worried.

Mom: Sweetheart, are you…okay?

Me: Yes…Mom what’s wrong?

Mom: The library called.

Me: Oh what did they say?

Mom: (ashamed) They said you had books checked out that were 10 days overdue.

Me: OH! Right, I do. I was still using them for school and had forgotten they were due Mom. I’ll return them soon.

Mom: This isn’t like you. Are you sure you’re okay?

Me: Yes! The books are ready to be returned, they’re in my car.

Mom: Okay, well do you need the library’s phone number to contact them?

Me: No.

Mom: They left their phone number.

Me: I already have the library phone number stored on my speed dial.

Mom: Okay.

That night, I got home, and my father was waiting for me.

Dad: I heard about what happened. Did you return the library books?

Me: I didn’t make it in time today Dad. I’ll return them first thing tomorrow.

Dad: The message on the answering machine sounded very upset. The lady who left the message repeated the situation THREE times. I imagine they are very disappointed…since you didn’t return them today, you should also email them an apology note. Explain that you were using the books for school and you lost track of the due date.

Me: Dad it’s an automated message. It wasn’t a real person; it was on auto-repeat.

Dad: Oh, an automated message!?

Me: Yes, it’s a computer system sending out these calls.

Dad: That is fascinating! I still think you owe the library an apology.

Me: I’ll pay the fine and apologize.

Wednesday

(Library)

Me: I’m here to return these overdue books, pay a fine, and apologize.

Librarian: Okay, let’s see here. You owe $6.45.

Me: Here is $10.45.

Librarian: Great, let me get your change.

Me: I’m really sorry about these overdue books. It was irresponsible of me.

Librarian: (shrugs) It’s okay….it happens all the time.

Me: I assure you my parents didn’t raise me this way.

Librarian: (nods) (Did she not believe me?)

Me: Sorry again… Have a good day!

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Today at Panera’s I had the most delicious cafe mocha. After taking my first sip, I stared at the cup in disbelief. I had also ordered a chocolate croissant to complement the mocha, and had I known how delicious the mocha was going to be, I would not have ordered the croissant. I digress. Let us continue with the story.

So, there I was – really impressed with the froth on my mocha and the perfect amount of chocolate syrup. I began to neglect the croissant, only taking one bite every five minutes.

Then, a stranger approached. He mumbled something about whether I was done with my croissant. I nodded, and he started to take my plate with the croissant away.

For some reason, I thought, “He is taking my croissant because he is hungry. He is going to eat my croissant, and I should let him eat it, because I’m not particularly interested in it.”

A second later, because I am sharp as a tack, it dawned on me that he was a bus-boy, and he was taking my half croissant to throw it away. I leaped out of my chair, reached for the croissant, and said, “No no no no no! I’m not done eating that,” and rescued the bland and inferior-to-the-mocha croissant from a fate worse than being eaten by me.

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