Macy's has to be the most annoying entity in the universe and it's no wonder they're having to close a lot of their stores. I'll probably never walk in there again, because--well, read on:
I had gotten a generous gift card for the place and went yesterday to look for a bed set (spread, skirt, shams, etc.). Found a nice one with bright flowers and took it to the register. It turned out the gift card was $20 short, but no prob, I thought I'd just put that on my Macy's charge. Salesclerk asked for I.D., as well, and I gave her my driver's license, the info on which she slo-o-wly punched in. However, it was then discovered the credit card was invalid because I hadn't used it in so long.
I don't know why I didn't just pay the extra in cash, but I let myself be persuaded to apply for a new card. I then had to show my I.D. and after that, to go on the screen to answer questions (S.S number? income? do you floss everyday? when did you first have sex?) and so on. I then had to actually talk on the phone to some disembodied voice in Upper Japip or somewhere, and answer incredibly intrusive questions. Such as? Such as which age category is Ellen Molloy in (16 to 20, 20 to 40, and so on)? It didn't occur to me until later that it's disgustingly creepy that this lousy corporation should know Ellen is my daughter. Anyway, after a lot more of this, I took my purchase and left. How did we get to a place where commercialism rules us this way?
Aside from all that, I went here and there for eye brow pencil, lemon pepper, and stuff, then to Arnold's for a frame for the rose Nancy painted me. They're having a "buy one, get one for a penny," but I only want one. I'll go back and ask if I can have one at half price, which is what the first promotion amounts to.
Went to Barnes & Noble and finally got the gift card thing straightened out. Called Sherry to tell her and she was very cavalier about the forty bucks on a card she thought was depleted. We talked a bit and as she invariably does, she displayed constant self-aggrandizement. The more I have contact with her, the more I think she's full of that stinky stuff.
I called the woman who was at T.O.P.S. and who lives in the complex here--Linda T.--and we had a nice chat. She comes across as very well-spoken and intelligent and I liked her right away. I'll said I'd call her on Monday and we'll make a date to get together.
Oiled and seasoned four chicken thighs, put them in the oven, and had one for dinner--other three went in the freezer.