I have found that in this turgid world we live in today, you have to open your mouth and speak your mind when it is warranted ...
And it is especially important that you do this when you are ready to get ripped off, moneywise.
To prove my point, let me tell you what happened to me yesterday morning.
As you know, I am putting in alphabetical order all of my CDs, which number in the hundreds, if not even more.
I have been looking for storage receptacles for these CDs, and on the weekend, just toodling around on the Internet, I found just what I think I need to store these safely and to where I can get to them and find what I want when I want them.
I could have easily ordered these bins online, but these storage devices seemed to only come in multiple orders--like four at a time--and while I might need that amount--or more--in the future, without actually seeing the bins, I don't really know if they would work for me.
So I was only looking for one to start, and as I said, like Lay's Potato Chips, you can't eat--or with these bins, buy--just one at a time.
So I decided to go to two local department stores to find what I wanted.
I went to one, and they didn't have the exact bin that I wanted, so I went to another store, down the road from the first one.
I arrived, and found exactly what I wanted.
Shelved at the back of the store, I happily found what I wanted, looked at the bin, and decided that this was going to be the solution to my problem.
There were two of them, so I took both, each priced at $12 via a sticker just below where the bins were stored, a price which was less expensive, per bin, than I found on the Internet.
I brought the bins to the checkout, the cashier rang up my purchase, and it came to $43 and change.
I protested.
"It says $12 each on the shelf I got these from," I said.
The cashier called over another associate, who I presume went to the back of the store to see how the items were priced.
After a few minutes, she came back to where I was waiting.
"The bins are $20 apiece," she said. "Someone put them in the wrong area on the shelf, so the $12 price was incorrect.
"But since they were the last ones on the shelf, I am going to give them to you for $12 each."
EUREKA!
Finally, someone listened to what I said and agreed with me, that it was the store's fault for mislabeling the price of thus item.
I paid--with cash--exited the store, and I was a happy camper.
You absolutely have to open up your mouth in similar situations.
You cannot let the store's imbecility get you to pay more than you should on a wrongly priced item.
I have to say, I learned this from my maternal grandmother, who would say what she had to say in similar circumstances.
In today's world, where things are just so expensive and you count every penny, you better bet that I wouldn't just pay what they said and let the whole thing pass.
No, not me.
No way, no how.
So now, I have two starter bins to go on, I probably will need a few more, but at least I can start doing what I need to do to get these things in order.
(A)erosmith to the (Z)ombies and everything in between ...
I wish I could open my mouth, a magic genie would appear--
And one of the three wishes that the genie would grant me would be that all of this mess would be taken care of for me.
No, there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for me when it comes to this job I have before me.
So let me get started on making this mess into the treasure it actually is.





