I needed new sunglasses, because I’m an idiot and can’t find the nice pair I have worn for the last two years. So, I go to Sunglass Hut because I have a $20 coupon, buy a nice pair and off I go– until they break one week later.
I return them, no problem, but they don’t have any more of that model so I do a refund and new purchase but– they won’t refund or re-credit the coupon. Excuse me? I am supposed to forfeit a $20 coupon? So I say no thanks and later send a note to customer service. I wasn’t expecting anything,but I got an infuriating bot-response (no name on the note) stating the coupons are non-transferable.
Unfortunately for Sunglass Hut, my business is transferable. Thanks for the lesson in how not to keep your customers.
(Flickr photo by Leo Reynolds)
This year’s Oscars featured many luminaries, most of whom just sat in the audience looking good. But surely there were three empty seats, meant for the Hanson Brothers, supporting players and scene-stealers from the cinematic triumph “Slap Shot.”
The Brothers shared the ice with members of the Boston Bruins “Black and Gold Legends” team to benefit the Genesis Fund, an organization dedicated to the treatment of birth defects.
A worthy cause and an enjoyable day, though I had to explain to my 9-year-old son that it will be several years before I let him see his new bespectacled heroes in the film that made them famous.
And to those of you at PodCamp Toronto this weekend; I may be missing the fun, but I saw some of the hockey-themed photos on the Flickr streams, and I don’t think any of you can beat Pie McKenzie, John Bucyk, Ken Hodge and the Hasnons. So eat your heart out.
Every so often you hear about a children’s book that gets some parents’ knickers in a twist because they are afraid of their child getting exposed to things they don’t want them to (i.e. the real world) through the availability of these books at school.
Usually these books have something to do with same-sex parenting– I understand that controversy, though I hardly agree with it, given in my school alone there are several same-sex sets of parents and very little eye-batting over it.
Now, as aI read in the New York Times, comes “The Higher Power of Lucky,” which some parents- -and librarians– want to keep away from children due to this passage early on in the book, regarding a dog getting bit by a rattlesnake in a rather sensitive area:
“Scrotum sounded to Lucky like something green that comes up when you have the flu and cough too much….It sounded medical and secret, but also important.”
Now, the use of scrotum of an example of a body part may seem a bit provocative, but it is hardly sexual in this instance– according to the author, Susan Paton, it is used to express a child’s normal concern about anatomy and what various parts of the body are.
But parents that want to ban the book instantly recognize getting bitten on the scrotum as a sexual act, apparently. Tell us more, conservative parents, it sounds like you lead interesting lives…
I was going to say, “Comcast couches customer service in personal notes,” but I had to make a choice.
For all the customer service horror stories we hear about Comcast and other big companies, I thought I would share this:
Last week I upgraded to a DVR service with Comcast for my new HDTV set, and today, what do I receive but a note with a coupon fora free movie! This after the I had trouble getting the box to work correctly and dealt with a number of quite helpful customer service reps on the phone before deciding I needed a replacement– no big deal, and good service all ’round.
But get this: the coupon came in a handwritten note from Regional VP Paul’Arcangelo. I was impressed.
Of course, asshat that I can be, I must point out the following:
The coupon was for an on-demand movie up to $3.99, while Comcast has just aised the price for on-demand HD movies to $5.99– oops.
The letter looked like a card from my parents, including what appeared to be my Mother’s handwriting. Sorry Mom and Dad, but I have a bad habit of not opening personal mail right away– ok, that’s my quirk.
All in all, an intersting take on customer service though.
Don’t you hate randomly-named blogs? Well, let me tell you what Gischeleman means. It is a word — from the language of the Delaware tribe, or in their language, the Lenape.
Gischeleman means “to create with the mind,” an appropriate term for many of the things I have done in life, from my decade-plus in public radio, to high-tech PR, through the latest social media innovations that have conspired to smush all these past lives together.
I was given this name through a fraternal organization of the Boy Scouts called the Order of the Arrow, which uses the Lenape as an inspiration and its language as its glossary. The OA bestows names on youth (and adult) members who achieve the “Vigil Honor” status. I was given Gischeleman, which was translated in my case as “vision maker,” which I must admit is an even cooler definition than the more common one cited above. It is heartening that name my peers gave me has come to stick through the last 20 years. Amazing, isn’t it?
By the way, while I do not remain active in Scouts for a variety of reason, I do participate in a non-profit organization, called the Key Foundation, which supports Order of the Arrow programs and the local Scout Camps in my original home region of Lowell, MA and surrounding areas. In fact, we are publishing a book about the rich history of our favorite summer camp, Wah-Tut-Ca, the proceeds of which will go to build a new boat house for the camp– information in the previous link but pre-order here if you like (it will be on Amazon as well).
Anyway, that’s why I stuck this unusual word on the name of my blog. Any questions?