No Refunds
Today, I spent a second Saturday in a row in Lexington. The purpose today was to take back the couch I originally bought last weekend, since it didn’t fit up the elevator or stairs at the new apartment. While reading my receipt, I read the dreaded words “no refunds.” I figured I had a pretty good case and they might take it back - especially since it was still in it’s wrapping & padding. No dice.
I still need a chest for my bedroom, so I was hoping they’d have one of equal value to the couch. There were a few options that were good, but they were either out of stock for six weeks, or had issues such as drawers not opening easily (is it bad when the salesman suggests using a bar of soap to make their product work?). I settled on a recliner. Since I couldn’t fit the full size couch and had to get a love seat instead, I figured I could use the extra seating for when I have company. In one way, I’m glad to have the extra seating and a nice recliner, but in another sense, I’m bummed that I had to end up getting something I didn’t technically need - all because the store wouldn’t give me a refund. Oh well… and so it goes…
