Thursday, December 19, 2013

santa schmanta

If you kid writes "white Baltimore Ravens Flacco football jersey" on his Christmas list, you will be sure to order one in November because you find a smokin' deal online.
And when that box comes, you will be sure to stash it hidden on a shelf.
And two weeks ago you will be sure to open the box just to check.
And you will be sure to find a white RICE football jersey, which is not what you ordered, nor is it what the packing slip describes as being in the box.
So you'll repack the jersey and head to the post office.
You will fill out the paperwork for an exchange, explaining that you did, in fact, order a white Flacco jersey, but they sent you a white Rice jersey, so can they just sent the right one, please?
You will daily check all your mailboxes to make sure the order gets fixed.
And when the email finally arrives less than a week before Christmas, you will read that they'll credit your account for the amount of the returned white Flacco football jersey.
You will bang your head against the keyboard for a moment or two, muttering about the wine in aisle 18 at Target that you should have bought.
Then you will head to Amazon, which will redirect you to an NFL site where you will order a white Flacco football jersey because this late in the game there are no smokin' deals to be found, and you'll pay extra for 3-day shipping.


  1. Ugh. I hate it when that happens. (Although, to be fair, it has never happened to me within the context of a football jersey.)

  2. NOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    That is a horrible story. But I am glad that you will be able to get the correct jersey in time. Still, they owe you BIG TIME. How horrible!!!!

  3. OH lord, this, combined with horrible real life shopping you had the other day. Not a good Christmas shopping year! Still, you'll always have the silly string.

  4. But you will be he hero of the day at Christmas. Or does he still believe that Santa does it?

  5. Growl. The wine sounds better and better - as long as you didn't charge it on your Target card.

  6. I'm sorry to say you've just confirmed how happy I am that we're not sports fans here.

    On the flip side: I'm eaten alive with jealousy that you Wisconsinites have wine in your Targets. Wow. Glamorous!

  7. Oh no that's awful; and happens to me all the time!! Weet you in aisle 18??


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