Man goes to Best Buy. Has pleasant time. Universe implodes. Again.
You may want to check and see if the ocean’s are boiling or the moon’s turned to blood, but I just had a really good experience at Best Buy…
Read more of this farce of a real-life fairy tale, after the jump…
- “On Saturday, I treated myself to the finest camcorder less than $400 can buy. Huzzah! Boring home movies to foist upon my friends, here I come.
After a weekend of playing with the camcorder, yesterday, almost inevitably, one of those periodic save-ten-percent coupons showed up in my mailbox. I figured, bully for me. Maybe if I sacrificed a goat to appease the Best Buy gods and showed up at the store with my coupon and receipt, they’d refund the difference. It was worth a try, anyway.
The only problem was that my receipt was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t in the box, it wasn’t in my trashcan (a fact I spent 30 minutes verifying), it wasn’t in my car. I even checked my refrigerator to see if maybe it got mixed in with my Indian leftovers. Nothing.
Figuring all hope was lost, I turned to Plan B: groveling. I took the camcorder box in the store along with my coupons and explained the situation to the customer service rep. Not only did he print me out a new receipt (which I may be able to use as a tax write-off), he also honored the coupon, saving me in the end about fifty bucks.
I don’t know if I got a particularly helpful clerk or what, but in the process of helping me out, they earned my continued devotion.