I like Sears. I've never read about them donating to gay rights groups or doing anything else objectionable. But I don't like their service. Awhile back, I bought an elliptical exercise machine from them. Constant problems for the first month. Those finally got fixed and it worked fine for over a year. Last month, one of the foot bars snapped in two, rendering it completely unusable.
We had the extended warranty, so they said they'd send out a tech . . . in 22 flippin' days! We didn't exactly have any options, so my wife asked the time. The scheduler said, "It'll be morning or afternoon. We'll call the day before and firm up." They called last night at 7:00 with an automated message that said the tech would be here between "8:00 a.m. and [slight pause for that computer voice] 5:00 p.m."
Thanks for laser precision, fellas. Now my wife is stranded at the house all day, and I have to come back from work for part of the day because she needs to leave around lunch.
Sears, customer service ain't your name. (The smart money, incidentally, says he doesn't show up with the necessary parts or doesn't show up at all.)
I'm glad I have Sears to rant against. The Internet doesn't have any good fodder. Let's see: Courtney love says Prince Andrew came to her house to look for chicks. If this is surprising, the question is: What salubrious recreation would a person pursue at Ms. Love's? Cocaine? Fine conversation about Nirvana and Moksha? An Aleister Crowley seance? Jessica Simpson flubbed a song and started crying at the Kennedy Center. She is a mortal, even if her body isn't. Comedy Central has ordered "Lil' Bush: Resident of the United States," a cartoon satire that re-imagines President Bush and key executives in his administration as elementary school misfits. No word yet whether the MSM is concerned about the dignity of the office, which was of paramount concern during the Monica scandal ("We just don't want people showing disrespect to the office of President"). E-coli has struck a Taco Bell, triggering panic at college campuses and trailer parks across the nation. Evidence has surfaced that airport x-ray machines show a lot of skin and people are upset. I doubt they'll be a able to use less-invasive machines, though, without triggering the mandatory bargaining clause in the union workers' contract, since this is undoubtedly a great perk of the job. And perhaps the best story I found: Authorities say a man driving a float in the Anderson Christmas parade has been charged with drunk driving after he passed another float then sped down Main Street. That's a killer. All the guy had to do was drive straight at 3 mph, and he couldn't do it. I could do that with a 2.5 BAL. Then again, I'm normally not a moron (though regular readers of this blog may disagree).
