HUH???
I made a run to Denver Fabric Store today but still needed more fabric after finishing up. So since I was in Littleton (about 45 minutes south and west of Henderson) I decided I would go to the JoAnn’s there (about five miles down the road) rather than the one I usually shop at. I had never been to this particular JoAnn’s so I was glad to try out a new one. That happy feeling only lasted until I got to the cutting table. As usual, there were 4 people in line and only 1 person cutting. The girl finallys gets all my fabric cut, hands me the cutting ticket and off to the register I go. There was only one register open (big surprise) but since there was only one person ahead of me and no one else waiting in line I figured it would go really fast. HA!
The woman at the counter takes the cutting ticket for my fabric and starts ringing it up. She’s punching a TON of buttons and the whole time has this VERY confused look on her face. Evidently, one of the item numbers on the fabric wasn’t “ringing up right”. So she calls the girl who cut the fabric and asks for the item number to be brought to the front. The girl gets to the counter and they supposedly get it worked out then the cutting girl leaves. The woman at the register stares at the keys for another TWO full minutes, has that same confused look on her face then punches more buttons and hits total. Well, the number that comes up is way more than it should have been. So I ask a couple of questions and she gives me the run-around. At this point I wasn’t about to add anymore confusion to the problem so I decide to just take my bag and my receipt and check it out myself before I leave. Sure enough…there were several areas that looked very questionable to me. So I go BACK into the store and ask to see if the manager could please look at my ticket and help me out. Well…the manager never shows but the girl who cut my fabric said she would help. After getting all the original prices from each bolt, we head back up to the counter again. Here’s a little of what went on…
Receipt says the fabric was $8.99 a yard but was 30% off. So the amount was then $6.29 a yard. The next piece of fabric was $6.29 a yard but also 30% off. However, I had not received that discount. Since the girl is just standing there staring at the receipt, I ask her if she is going to take the 30% off. She answers “No. I’m going to take 30% off.” I said “okaaayyy…?” She is silent for a bit then says, in a slightly frustrated voice,”Oh…I’m just going to take 30% off!” Well…I really didn’t quite know how to respond to that so I just nodded my head and smiled. Still more buttons being punched and by this time the receipt looks like some sort of computer code. Plus this, minus that, regular price here, sale price there, void, add, tax…etc. Finally she said I was charged $10 too much. So she puts the money back on my card. Then she hands me the receipt to show me where it was added back to my card but she couldn’t read the receipt either! I was a little skeptical of the $10.00 part because a number that even rarely happens. But at this point, I just wanted to get out of that store!
By now it is dark and raining outside and I have to use my Google maps on my phone since I had never been to this part of Littleton before. I’m going down the highway and the sign shows that there is a fork in the road ahead and the lane I’m looking for veers to the left. So right at the point where I’m veering to the left, I see in my peripheral vision, a second lane that splits off into yet another fork in the road. And sure enough…on the left side of THAT fork is the lane I’m suppose to be in. I’m sure I missed that sign that says “OOPS! Sorry…we meant veer to the left of THIS fork!” So I’m now driving down the WRONG dark road, in the rain with TERRIBLE night vision. However I soon start to recognize where I am and remember that I had seen a sign pointing to the correct highway just a couple of streets down the road. So I’m heading to what I thought would be a ramp to enter the highway. Well….there was the highway alright. But no ramp. I’m looking at the entrance to the highway and can’t believe what I’m seeing. A STOP SIGN! I’m serious. Picture a highway with all the concrete dividers lining the right side of the road. Then picture a 20 foot opening in the dividers with a road leading right up to the opening and ending with a stop sign! Here I am, sitting at a stop sign while cars, trucks and semi’s are flying by at 65+ miles an hour right in front of me! So I draw on all those years of CRAZY drivers/driving in Nashville, take a deep breath and plunge onto the highway….shifting furiously!
I did finally make it home and got all the fabric into the house. I’m still pretty sure that I was charged too much money but the receipt is so messed up, I don’t think anyone could figure it out. I’ll give it one more go tomorrow but right now I’m just too tired!
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