The one about Zumiez

Okay, so I try to be a nice person. But when someone messes with me or I get the shaft, I can get mean. I you wanna see what I'm talking about, let your dog poop in my yard. Ask one of neighbors. He don't like me no more!

I called Zumiez to cancel my order for the back-ordered t-shirt for Bobby. I asked to speak to a supervisor and got his voice mail---he was off today! I left a message letting him know of my frustrations. (I was pretty nice--I realize this guys wasn't personally responsible. I just let him know what happened and how it messes up things here for Bobby, and steps should be taken to prevent it from happening in the future.) Today I got a call from the supervisor. They had found one of the shirts in a cancelled order this morning and are shipping it to me overnight for FREE! I felt so much better after that. Seriously, all we had for Bobby was an electric shaver and a couple of the Giant Microbes he wanted! The rest hadn't arrived.

Bobby's K'Nex rollercoaster is still in limbo. I can't get the company to answer my emails or phone messages. I also cancelled the other shirt I ordered for him. They won't answer my emails, either. What is up with that, anyway?