On salescheck #025395135250, I bought a nice small jacket for my daughter. Although she loved the way it looks, it fit a little odd for her taste. I spent $39.99 on it, and it was not on sale. My purchase was on 11/10/2010. I bought some other items, which enabled me to receive a $10 giftcard, which I was happy about. I did not know this promotion was going on, so it was a welcomed surprise.
My daughter finally brought me the jacket to return, with the tags still on it, and so we drove the 1.25 hour trip and returned it at the store I bought it at.
I did not spend/redeem the gift card. After waiting a while for someone to make the return, I was informed they would be reducing the amount of the return by the amount of the $10 gift card. FYI, I paid cash for the jacket. As we were going to get another jacket for her right then anyway, it didn't matter. Or so I thought. When we returned to the cashier, I gave them the gift card and cash, to which she told me the gift card was expired. She then showed me the dates it was good was only from 11/15 - 11/20. I told her to get a manager. Politely, I explained to him the situation, and he told me to call the gift card issuer and they will send me something. I said, Well, I'm here, and I'm telling YOU."
He said it doesn't work that way, and walked off. I told the cashier how screwed up that is, and that I wasn't angry with her, but he just pissed off the wrong guy.
So here I am. I am copying this post to the 1082 friends I have on Facebook, and the 4200 followers of my blog. I am also going to request they repost it.
After reading the posts on your "Worst customer service ever" thread on this site, I can see why the thread is locked. The utter and brazen egotistical tone the Sears "Senior" csr gave in his replies was abominable. That guy should be fired as well. Oh, and by the way, I spent 20+ minutes on the phone just trying to get through to the customer feedback area of Sears, to tell them. Now that I have had time to formulate my thoughts more clearly before writing, I am able to keep the 'F" word from being in the conversation and be every other word. I've happily moved from pissed off to in "revenge mode." Yes, I'm afraid this IS all over $10. Actually, it's about the $10 SEARS STOLE from me. Congrats on finally being able to close your catalog division. I see that your purchase of KMart has done well for your reputation as the Slumlord of discount retail.
Don't think for a second I won't take this "All the way"... I've already spent this much time on it. What is a couple dozen "copy and paste" keystrokes at this point?
Have a nice day! :)
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Getting What You Want, Wanting What You Get
Getting What You Want, Wanting What You Get
An Unbiased Study of Feminism
June 29, 2010
I see where women, or college girls anyway, are honking and blowing most fierce about how they don’t like the way sex works nowadays. Yeah. It seems that the hook-up is in flower. This means that the girl meets some guy on a bus or in a remedial-reading class in college or finds herself in the same elevator, and he says, “Let’s screw,” and she does, maybe right there in the elevator, and then she’s all mad because she did, and because he did; men, the bastards.
I was born too soon.
What seems to get their panties in a bunch is that they offer their favors to passersby like soap companies handing out shampoo samples, but without the intimacy or the caring, and then grouse because the guy doesn’t call them back. Why would he? Give me one reason.
What I don’t get is, why are women bitching? This is the world they wanted. They clawed and scratched and burned their bras and had court cases and threw fits to get exactly what they have. They hated men because, they said, men weren’t letting them copulate frantically like men had always wanted them to. Men, or more likely their mothers, didn’t let them make themselves unattractive by dressing like hod-carriers and swearing like sailors. Finally men gave in and now women hate them for that. Whatever happened to gratitude?
When I was a young stud—well, young anyway—in high school and college, girls were still oppressed, which meant that a guy knew he probably wasn’t going to get laid, so he might as well find a girl he really enjoyed being with and cared about. The idea slowly leaked into his hormonally disabled psyche that girls and women were kind of special. You could actually like one. Sure, a guy made pawing motions because he was expected to, and she went along to a minor extent. But that was it.
So she didn’t feel used or hooked up with because she hadn’t been, and he thought he was damned lucky to have her. It was a concept of sorts.
But then came fem-lib. A torrent of really nasty dykes with politically-significant hairy armpits started yowling about how it wasn’t fair that men could cat around and women couldn’t. Then the "Pill" shifted the paradigm into high gear. Girls could now Do It in relative security, and abortion, also championed by feminists, provided sure-fire back-up. There was now no reason why a woman shouldn’t say Yes.
Which meant—Oh bliss!—that she had little excuse for saying No. Sally Sue might have teeth like pearls and brains and perky tits and a wacky sense of humor and actually be quite a prize, but sex trumps art. If Sally didn’t say Yes, she knew that Greta would. Women had commoditized themselves. It was a marvelous thing for the testosterone wads we think of as college boys.
It quickly came to the old country saw with fangs: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Guys learned that they could say, “Check your oil, lady?” and it worked. Praise de Lawd! Gloria Steinem and Andrea Fire-Plug-with-Leprosy Dworkin had done what men had failed to do in millennia: produce a race of obligately loose women.
Women, never happy, discovered that they didn’t like this either. They wanted the right to rut, but not the duty. Unfortunately the two were a package. What they really wanted was to…get married, or at least be in a meaningful relationship with a guy who really cared about them. Being less adept than men at getting outside of their own heads, they didn’t understand why a lot of men were happy single. For a guy, serial monogamy was fine. So was hooking up. Soap flakes are soap flakes.
But it was what women had deliberately brought about.
Apparently, not being too good at abstraction, they didn’t understand that a man can be perfectly happy with casual sex, scuba gear, and a Harley. Left to himself, he would never think of having a Volvo station wagon, a boring McMansion with a backbreaking mortgage, or a wedded termagant who wouldn’t let him go out with his friends. He doesn’t see himself as exploiting his one-night stands. He didn’t tell them he was looking for a soul mate, and may well have told them he wasn’t. (Fortunately they never believe it.) He probably isn’t contemptuous of them. He just wants a piece of ass, and figures she must have been taken by the idea, since she did it.
Certain dialogs become common:
“All you want is sex!”
“Uh…what else have you got?” or “So what?”
Or, “Marriage? Why? Would sex be better? Would food taste better? I don’t get it.”
Or, “A caring relationship doesn’t make sense. Do you want to eat in the same restaurant all your life?”
Marriage of course has only the function of getting the woman’s legal hooks into the guy. It’s a set-up aimed at child support and nothing else.
Anyway, it was the world women crafted, but somehow it didn’t suit them. Nothing does. They relapsed to their default position: Furious.
To make matters worse, women decided that they wanted to be men, or like men, or one of the guys, or some equally awful thing. Enter Anti-Viagra: the little blue blazer with shoulder pads, and the floppy pants-suit suitable for a trailer park outside of Las Vegas. These had the appeal of truss ads and alone would have dropped the birth rate below ZPG, but then came the Chip. As women entered what had been a male workplace, they found that they didn’t much like it, precisely because it was male. Angry as always, they set about neutering all things male, with wild success.
The Chip was the view that they weren’t going to take any crap, accompanied by a constant search for crap not to take. Hating men gave them a horsepower unavailable to males, who didn’t hate women but just wanted to get away from them.
Here again, women got what they wanted. Much favored them. Though they knew less about politics than do men, they voted in larger numbers and, since they did the shopping and liked buying things, they discovered that they had tremendous economic clout. They couldn’t compete well with men, but didn’t have to: Affirmative action worked just fine.
Except somehow it didn’t. One triumph after another somehow didn’t make them happy. They chased boys out of college, providing the satisfactions of vengeance for a crime never committed, but it engendered the hook-up culture, and they hate men for it. They pressured the divorce courts to rape men, and now hate men—the beasts—for not marrying them.
I dunno, Brothels and Cisterns. It seems to me that the feminists got just what they wanted. They made their bed. Now let them lie in it. But quietly. Oh please, quietly.
An Unbiased Study of Feminism
June 29, 2010
I see where women, or college girls anyway, are honking and blowing most fierce about how they don’t like the way sex works nowadays. Yeah. It seems that the hook-up is in flower. This means that the girl meets some guy on a bus or in a remedial-reading class in college or finds herself in the same elevator, and he says, “Let’s screw,” and she does, maybe right there in the elevator, and then she’s all mad because she did, and because he did; men, the bastards.
I was born too soon.
What seems to get their panties in a bunch is that they offer their favors to passersby like soap companies handing out shampoo samples, but without the intimacy or the caring, and then grouse because the guy doesn’t call them back. Why would he? Give me one reason.
What I don’t get is, why are women bitching? This is the world they wanted. They clawed and scratched and burned their bras and had court cases and threw fits to get exactly what they have. They hated men because, they said, men weren’t letting them copulate frantically like men had always wanted them to. Men, or more likely their mothers, didn’t let them make themselves unattractive by dressing like hod-carriers and swearing like sailors. Finally men gave in and now women hate them for that. Whatever happened to gratitude?
When I was a young stud—well, young anyway—in high school and college, girls were still oppressed, which meant that a guy knew he probably wasn’t going to get laid, so he might as well find a girl he really enjoyed being with and cared about. The idea slowly leaked into his hormonally disabled psyche that girls and women were kind of special. You could actually like one. Sure, a guy made pawing motions because he was expected to, and she went along to a minor extent. But that was it.
So she didn’t feel used or hooked up with because she hadn’t been, and he thought he was damned lucky to have her. It was a concept of sorts.
But then came fem-lib. A torrent of really nasty dykes with politically-significant hairy armpits started yowling about how it wasn’t fair that men could cat around and women couldn’t. Then the "Pill" shifted the paradigm into high gear. Girls could now Do It in relative security, and abortion, also championed by feminists, provided sure-fire back-up. There was now no reason why a woman shouldn’t say Yes.
Which meant—Oh bliss!—that she had little excuse for saying No. Sally Sue might have teeth like pearls and brains and perky tits and a wacky sense of humor and actually be quite a prize, but sex trumps art. If Sally didn’t say Yes, she knew that Greta would. Women had commoditized themselves. It was a marvelous thing for the testosterone wads we think of as college boys.
It quickly came to the old country saw with fangs: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? Guys learned that they could say, “Check your oil, lady?” and it worked. Praise de Lawd! Gloria Steinem and Andrea Fire-Plug-with-Leprosy Dworkin had done what men had failed to do in millennia: produce a race of obligately loose women.
Women, never happy, discovered that they didn’t like this either. They wanted the right to rut, but not the duty. Unfortunately the two were a package. What they really wanted was to…get married, or at least be in a meaningful relationship with a guy who really cared about them. Being less adept than men at getting outside of their own heads, they didn’t understand why a lot of men were happy single. For a guy, serial monogamy was fine. So was hooking up. Soap flakes are soap flakes.
But it was what women had deliberately brought about.
Apparently, not being too good at abstraction, they didn’t understand that a man can be perfectly happy with casual sex, scuba gear, and a Harley. Left to himself, he would never think of having a Volvo station wagon, a boring McMansion with a backbreaking mortgage, or a wedded termagant who wouldn’t let him go out with his friends. He doesn’t see himself as exploiting his one-night stands. He didn’t tell them he was looking for a soul mate, and may well have told them he wasn’t. (Fortunately they never believe it.) He probably isn’t contemptuous of them. He just wants a piece of ass, and figures she must have been taken by the idea, since she did it.
Certain dialogs become common:
“All you want is sex!”
“Uh…what else have you got?” or “So what?”
Or, “Marriage? Why? Would sex be better? Would food taste better? I don’t get it.”
Or, “A caring relationship doesn’t make sense. Do you want to eat in the same restaurant all your life?”
Marriage of course has only the function of getting the woman’s legal hooks into the guy. It’s a set-up aimed at child support and nothing else.
Anyway, it was the world women crafted, but somehow it didn’t suit them. Nothing does. They relapsed to their default position: Furious.
To make matters worse, women decided that they wanted to be men, or like men, or one of the guys, or some equally awful thing. Enter Anti-Viagra: the little blue blazer with shoulder pads, and the floppy pants-suit suitable for a trailer park outside of Las Vegas. These had the appeal of truss ads and alone would have dropped the birth rate below ZPG, but then came the Chip. As women entered what had been a male workplace, they found that they didn’t much like it, precisely because it was male. Angry as always, they set about neutering all things male, with wild success.
The Chip was the view that they weren’t going to take any crap, accompanied by a constant search for crap not to take. Hating men gave them a horsepower unavailable to males, who didn’t hate women but just wanted to get away from them.
Here again, women got what they wanted. Much favored them. Though they knew less about politics than do men, they voted in larger numbers and, since they did the shopping and liked buying things, they discovered that they had tremendous economic clout. They couldn’t compete well with men, but didn’t have to: Affirmative action worked just fine.
Except somehow it didn’t. One triumph after another somehow didn’t make them happy. They chased boys out of college, providing the satisfactions of vengeance for a crime never committed, but it engendered the hook-up culture, and they hate men for it. They pressured the divorce courts to rape men, and now hate men—the beasts—for not marrying them.
I dunno, Brothels and Cisterns. It seems to me that the feminists got just what they wanted. They made their bed. Now let them lie in it. But quietly. Oh please, quietly.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Memorial Day Weekend revelations and retrospects
Txt conversation between a good friend of mine and I:
(Friend) Did u have some sort of revelation today...FB Post...
(Me) I did.
(Me) The emails have been interesting.
(Friend) I bet.
(Friend) Say, you're not in any shape or form mad at me, right?
(Me) Nope. I think our conversation last night made me think. It made me realize I was attracted to things I couldn't have. Just needed a reality check. Maybe it was my sanity safety net.
(Friend) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way but I don't think I ever led u on either. I believe I made it clear from the start we would just be friends.
(Friend) I hope there is nothing wrong with that. :)
(Me) My txt to you last night was just a joke. I was kidding. Then my mind wandered, and I started thinking of my wife (we'll divorced in a week). Then it moved on from memories of the good times to memories of the bad times. Then to utter disgust at the thought of her having sex with the fat guy she's dating. Then I sat there for a minute and realized I needed to put my big-boy boxers on and get on with my life. There is someone out there that will appreciate me in the way I need to be, and who wants to be adored and cherished like I am capable of, and good at, doing. And I'll be DAMNED if I'm not going to find her!
(Friend) Wow...U had quite an interesting evening!!! I'm sure there is somebody out there for you - just don't force it. U know, let it happen naturally.
(Then - off to unrelated conversation)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Kenneth Butters - Google Profile
There is this place in all of our minds that says.....that's what I want...that's where i want to be....i'm worth it....and we are idiots because we ignore the basis of why we do what we do. Fear..........what a muthafucka. Had to share....havin a moment
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
I just had one of the best days of my life!
Ken Butters I'm having one of the best days I've had in over a year!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Questions of the Ages about Dogs and Cats...ver1.0
(Hidden) Hey Ken, you said you wanted "Female Thoughts" on your blogs. So I'm thinking after the way you tore apart this woman you just had a blind date with here on FB I doubt any woman you are friends with here on FB will ever want to go out with you for fear you may post negatively about them. OR if they do it's entirely possible they may post about you with not so nice comments. Just saying
about an hour ago ·
Robert Weber
Ken,life has to be real, because if it was fiction, it would be required that it make sense!
about an hour ago ·
Ken Butters (Hidden)
- THANK YOU - That's EXACTLY what I'm talking about - this isn't just for me - This is for guys to try to understand women and what might make them do the things they do. For example: 1. Why post pix that really look nothing like you (the person posting)? 2. Why would someone go through the trouble of starting a flirt to get to a date, and then not shower/clean up/wash hair/not stink like an afternoon with javelinas? SERIOUSLY. When you date, I have no doubt you have enough self respect to make your date feel like you at least spent 5 minutes preparing for the date. I've known women that take HOURS to get ready for a 1-hour dinner. Dressed to kill, and Everyone in the room is thinking...OMG, WHO is THAT??? Paparazzi are poised to pop out at any second. OK, I'm exaggerating (Just a little), but you get the point. I went out with a gal several years ago that had easily gained 100+ lbs since the picture that she had on her profile was taken. Is it not a legitimate thought process that a guy might be taken by surprise at that and feel completely misrepresented to? If I told you I was 6'1" and 200 lbs, and I actually was 5'5" and 250 lbs, would you be looking for the same person coming through the door? BOTH sexes do this, and I think it's time for people to get real. Anyone? Anyone? (Crickets...)(Beuhler?)
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Artist's Guitar, F P Cabellero, 1978, for sale, in EXCELLENT condition!
I came across a Spanish Guitar from 1978 that is solid wood, no laminate, B E A UTIFUL! It needs a home, cuz I don't play the string box. Know anyone? It's label on the inside says it's from Madrid, and says, in Spanish, that it's an F P Cabellero Atrist's guitar. I have pix, if anyone's interested.
Blind Date, ver 2.1
Ken Butters
(Blind Date, ver 2.1) Oh, I almost forgot! This is SO funny!
4 minutes ago ·
Ken Butters
SO, remember Sunday evening went from 85 degrees to 60 degrees in about half an hour. Well, while we were outside drinking our drinks, we were both sitting the shivering, and she said, "Let's look around...I'm sure we can find a warm spot..." (!) I almost choked on my own tongue! Hahaha! Not in THIS lifetime!
2 seconds ago ·
Some people have no tact
Ken Butters I'm @ sonora getting blood work. A guy gets called named Gerald Ford. This dufus in the corner bursts out laughing and says he doesn't care now that he's old. Geez.
Military Homecomings ~
Ken Butters Military Homecomings...
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=hkG
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SONG: "Money is Not a Thing" by Chase Holfelder Available on iTunes: www.tinyurl.com/chaseitunes Here is a great "Best of" compilation of soldiers coming home and surprising their families! Soooo sweet! Made me cry a river. Thanks for watching! God bless our troops!
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