I have never been a rich woman. I've been related to rich people but they never figured that I might have been interested for some of there over abundance to come my way. That being said, even though I haven't been rich monetarily I do have a deep rich sense of self-respect, my version any way.
When I was a newlywed, the second time, I had two small children and a three hour round trip drive to the University I was attending. My new husband took a job on the road and was making pretty good money but it still took me three months to save for a brand new portable dishwasher from Sears. I clung to the picture, saved every penny and couldn't wait for the day that I could order and receive this wonderful help mate.
The day finally arrived. The delivery men were to come at an appointed window of time mid-afternoon. I decided that I had all morning to clean the house, do errands, do some homework, receive my sweet dish washing treasure before having to pick-up my daughters at school and daycare. I ran around the house doing some things and then took the girls to school and the sitter. Thinking I had tons of time and since I was already out I decided that I would do the few errands and then go home. I did the errands but as I was driving down the street I saw a large brown box on my driveway. I squinted trying to see if it was my driveway or the many other driveways down my street. The closer I got the more I couldn't understand the large brown box on my driveway and the sick feeling in my stomach.
I pulled into my driveway, got out of my car and slowly walking to the box it proved to be my Sears portable dishwasher. I thought I was going to be sick right there on the drive. With knees knocking and fingers shaking, the adrenalin had already kicked in, I went to the kitchen phone and called the Sears satellite store in my small town.
I slowly asked why anyone would leave a dishwasher undelivered on a driveway. The girl on the other end said that the dishwasher was delivered. Have I mentioned the dark ominous thunder clouds looming on the west of our town? Well, as my ears were hearing the words “your dishwasher has been delivered” they also heard a rumble of thunder. I told her that a box in the driveway wasn’t a delivered package. I hadn’t signed for it and the men didn’t place it in my kitchen where dishwashers work better than on a driveway. She was clearly telling me that my dishwasher, the washer I had so long waited for was delivered and it was now my problem to get it up my porch, through my living room, out of the box and in working order in my kitchen. She was very final on this issue.
Getting in my car I drove to the little Sears satellite store and in person confronted the voice that had been on the other end of the phone. She still didn’t get the intense wrongness of their actions so looking at her and the counter between us I jumped up on it and sat. S-A-T, sat, no budging, no unsitting, no removal of my bum from her Sears satellite store counter until she called the big Sears in another town.
As I was sitting on the counter many things occurred. First she handed me the phone to a nice man on the other end. I very calmly explained all of the above to him and he being very reasonable saw nothing wrong with my being upset and told me that he would send two guys from the big store right away to get this all straight. Second, I didn’t remove my bum from her counter even after this call. Calmly reminding her of my original statement being that I wasn’t going to leave until I had someone from Sears in front of me to help me get the dishwasher, where most all dishwashers are found in my previous homes, in the KITCHEN! Third, an older woman, who had no clue to the situation walked in to get something that they had conveniently delivered to this small Sears satellite, decided that she would put her two cents in. Looking up at me she said, “YOU are a horse’s ass.”
I in turn (and mind you I’m usually very respectful to the elderly) said, “Lady, it takes one to know one!”
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