Being a woman, I can blame my actions on PMS, or Menopause, or just being a middle-aged woman. Recently, I had to eat humble pie for my actions . . . . I need to THINK, THINK, THINK before I act.
So here's the thing. We used to have a lovely music store here, one that catered to people who needed MUSIC. In the last couple of years, it has gone through new ownership, and finally has disappeared from the face of the earth. All of the prior services were moved to a new location, with a promise of the same service and old products . . . .
NOT!!!
Every time I went into that store I could see they were slowing getting out of the sheet-music business. SOOOooo, a couple of weeks ago, I went in there with a list of about 7 books that I needed and only could get one of them . . . . . . Oh my GOSH! I gave that poor girl standing at the counter a WHAT FOR and asked her to pass it on to those who were in the powers-that-be! Not only THAT, but I called her back on the telephone and got the name of the owner . . . . promptly sat down and wrote him a scathing letter~~put a stamp on it~~ and sent it.
I never once thought . . . .
1. They are the only show in town where I can get my books . . . . (okay, there is one more, but his shop is like a Sanford and Son affair)
2. I had them order my books.
3. I would have to go back and get those books!!!
4. I'd have to deal with an official apology over the phone from the poor young man in charge of stocking the books.
Humble-pie day came. My books came in. I needed to actually go in the store and pick them up. The store door seemed super heavy as I pushed it open to eat my pie . . . WOW! Every person in there knew me by name . . . . yes, Mrs. Stevens . . . . no, Mrs. Stevens . . . . . crimany, I wanted a paper bag for my head! Don't you hate it when you feel patronized? Only time will tell whether or not my letter helps to improve the stock on the shelves!!




