If you can’t get yourself to Vegas to be married at the Little White Chapel by an Elvis Impersonator who takes offense that you don’t refer to him by the more status-gratifying title of ‘Tribute Artist’ then you do the next best thing. You get married on Elvis’ birthday that we would all be aware is January 8. And that’s exactly what Carl and I did.
So Sunday was our Wedding Anniversary and I hit the shops looking for that very special gift. During my pursuit I walked past a homewares shop and displayed in the window was a huge sign saying ‘All Riedel Wine Glasses Greatly Reduced’. And Carl and I love Riedel wineglasses and we used to have quite an enviable collection but tragically we are like a couple of Greeks and just keep smashing them. I went into the shop and stacked up on the top shelf so high it was only just clearing the ceiling was a box that contained four Bordeaux glasses and four Chardonnay glasses. And I did like the look of the Chardonnay glasses because they were the ones without the stems and I was thinking these could be good for us because they probably wouldn’t be as smashable.
The owner of the store came over to serve me and I asked her about the box I had my eye on. She told me they were a terrific deal because they had been reduced to $99.00 and actually you were only paying for the four Bordeaux glasses and the Chardonnay glasses were being thrown in for free. And I was thinking ‘Carl will absolutely love these’ but actually, the truth is that I was thinking how great these would be in the background of all my photos on Hotly Spiced. But that would be something I wouldn’t disclose to Carl, especially on our anniversary.
So the deal was done and I paid for the glassware and as I was walking out of the store with the box under my arm the owner of the store accosted me and said, ‘I’m terribly sorry, I shouldn’t really even be here because I’ve been working 10 days straight and I go on holidays tomorrow and I’m so tired I got the price wrong. They’re actually $199.00 so I’ll have to get you to pay another $100.00.’
Three more steps and I would have been out the door.
She took the box from under my arm, almost forcibly, and told me to come back to the counter. I told her I didn’t want to give her another $100.00. And then she said, ‘Well then you’ll have to give me your card and I’ll give you a refund’.
And we had a bit of argie-bargie but she would not concede. I reluctantly handed her my card and my $99.00 was returned to me and I went home box-less and Carl received nothing.
Once the transaction had been done would you have happily paid double?