It is finished

Took my useless DVD player back to Wal-Mart this morning at 8:30. I got up to Customer Service and explain my frustration about being sold a DVD player that was clearly returned once before and how it was just taped back up and thrown back on the shelf with no regard with if it actually worked. Without even looking at me, she says, “OK,” basically telling me that she didn’t give a shit. I go back to the electronics sections and I notice that the original DVD player I returned was taped back up and sitting on the top of the stack. I know it was mine because it was missing the top layer of cardboard in one corner. Unbelievable.

And this morning I hear on the radio the story of a guy buying a MP3 player for his daughter and when she turned it on, she discovered videos of the adult variety. So it would appear that this “Who gives a shit why they returned it, just tape it up and throw it back on the shelf” mentality runs through the whole company.

From this ordeal I was learned that sometimes it worth paying a little more just not to deal with some people, no matter what the item is.

Thank you Wal-Mart…

…For never ceasing to amaze me how much you suck. Today I returned the DVD player I bought yesterday because the thing was seriously the flimsiest piece of technology I have ever encountered. You breathe on the thing and it almost breaks. Lucky, they had the model that I originally wanted back in stock and it was $25 cheaper and had more feature. Cool, I thought.

As soon as I opened the box I knew something wasn’t right. There was not a piece of packing foam to be found in the box, just the dvd player sitting there; all the bags appeared to have been opened; the batteries were already in the remote. I look closer at the box and realized there was TWO layers of packing tape on it. Those bastards sold me an open box item and tried to pass it off as a new item! Not only that, the damn video jack didn’t work!

Pissed off and with a slight cold I drive back to Wal-Mart, I enter the door and one of those annoying greeters stops me and says, “We don’t take returns or exchanges after 10.” I check my cell for the time: 10:02.

I hate you Wal-Mart.