STERKWORKS | Ex-Mormon Lesbian Surviving Utah

Yes, this is a vendor rant. But bare with me. My soul needs it.

I decided to spend my unused PTO money from my former employer on a 42″ flatscreen TV. My daughter and I went to R.C. Willey last night. I had sworn off the store after years of delivery problems, including two years ago when my 70 year old father had to sit on a wooden chair in his new home waiting for 12 hours for all of his newly purchased furniture to be delivered.

I should have know things would go down hill after I was electrocuted by a chair. Yes, one of those theater chairs I was trying out, and when I pushed the button on the side of the chair to push up the footrest, SHOCK…clear up to my elbow. Ouch. There was no cover and my fingers connected right to the electronics inside. I told three employees and nobody seemed to care.

So with an aching arm, I selected a TV and stand, which they couldn’t deliver until next week, so they loaded it into my Passat wagon. Last night I assembled the TV stand . Tonight I connected the TV, and one of the connections fell out. Broken. I took the TV back. They offered to credit my debit card, but I knew the credit wouldn’t kick in until mid next week, meaning I’m out a thousand bucks and can’t go elsewhere to buy a TV. The credit manager did the “first person who talks loses” and said there was nothing he could do. I asked for the store manager. He told me he didn’t have a thousand dollars cash to give me for a refund. And having the monopoly on furniture in Davis county, he didn’t offer me even a ten cent discount on another TV. And nobody cared when I asked why I should continue to shop there. They don’t need to. The have a monoply on the market.

Hating to give them my business, I found another TV that worked for me and was in my price range.  All of a sudden, the manager got really nice when I told him I thought it was pretty unprofessional that I got shocked in his store the night before and nobody gave a shit. I know he saw “lawsuit” flash before his eyes. He became my best friend. He had me fill out an injury report. Then told me how great my dad was when they worked together in the Mormon Stake High Council (gag). He then pointed out that almost his entire department had biblical names. I wanted to bolt. Yet he felt the need to tell me that I was related to him through his wife, as both families emigrated from the same area in Italy. Then he told me a story about my Italian great aunt. And I just wanted to puke. So I smiled and grabbed my daughter and left as quickly as possible. To get biblical name stories, Mormon priesthood family connections, and Mormon genealogy lessons at a retail furniture store was too much.

On the good side, the TV we got tonight was cheaper and has a better picture than the one from last night. I just wish I wouldn’t have had to put up with the Mormon lessons to get it.

Filed under: vendor vent, Life Lessons, Mormon, Family