UPDATE, UPDATE - THIS STORY HAS A HAPPY ENDING!
It's been said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. This pithy remark has been attributed to everyone from Bismarck to Albert Einstein to Marilyn Monroe. I can only suggest that it must have been said by someone who knows me very well, BECAUSE I NEVER LEARN.
This all has to do with a sudden desire to appear svelte and graceful by means of a particular ankle-length skirt offered by Anthropologie. The skirt, however, does not seem to reciprocate my feelings, and has taken great pains to avoid me.
Did you know there are whole blogs/websites dedicated to letting people vent their feelings about LaserShip? Yep, there are, and on none of them does anyone have any kind feelings for Lasership.
This reminds me of the time I left a job in a hellhole, and the first call I got at my new direct number was from another former employee of the hellhole, inviting me for a congratulory drink. OK. It turned out to be a gathering of more than 20 survivors of Lucifer Beelzebub Baalam & Bile LLP. I attended the irregular meetings, happily joining in the ill-wishing of various named individuals, until I learned that my ex-boss had left the firm, relocated out west, was required to take a local exam and was carried out of the exam site, shaking and gibbering, on a stretcher. Wow, it doesn't get much better than this. After that I concluded that my presence at the gatherings was no longer needed. Naturally I don't believe in curses and witchcraft and the like, but if a whimsical spirit wants to throw me a boon...
So, anyway, the first time I ordered the skirt and dealt with LaserShip and Anthro's gormless customer service, was mentioned here. The skirt did finally arrive via Pennsylvania, Northern New Jersey, New York City, Queens, back to New Jersey (via New York City), and then finally on a truck that was allowed to stop in New York City. The attentive reader will note that even then, I had already had a disheartening encounter with LaserShip and UO (an Anthro company) and the Jersey Swamp Tour, and I DIDN'T LEARN FROM THIS. Whatever. The skirt was a thing of beauty, and the size I had ordered was large enough for two of me. I sighed and returned it.
The first person I spoke to at Anthro that day simply could not understand why I wanted to return jeans when I had ordered a skirt. I hung up. Times like these make me wish I hadn't stopped smoking. I called back, and the next person was so helpful and sympathetic that part of me wanted to hug him, and part of me why he seemed to have had a lot of practice in dealing with "mispacks." Unfortunately by the time he was able to understand my frantic babble, the size I had wanted sold out. Anyway, my refund was processed, a note was made on the order that whatever had been sent was not what had been ordered and the "mispacked" item would be found in the returned package, and all was well.
Not five minutes later, I realized that I really really really wanted that skirt. I took one last look at the website, meaning only to tell it goodbye and find closure, and - it had popped back.
I am advised that the skirt has shipped and is on a truck to be delivered. Huh.
UPDATE! The skirt arrived, again packed by demented amateurs, and it fits perfectly. All relevant credits have appeared on my card.
Why do I feel that somehow I will pay for this?