Shipping and Handling

Well, after you’ve all said such very nice things and said you’ll read whatever I write, I think it’s time to tell you about my dreams the other night.

Wait, where is everyone going?

(This post really isn’t about my dreams, but I did have a totally random one where Bart and I were at a wedding reception and it was all lovely and fun except that every few minutes I had shooting pains in my thumbs).

Anyway, full-speed ahead with the swimsuit, although this post is less about the swimsuit and more about shipping and handling (I know, first it’s not about the dreams and now it’s not about the swimsuit. Am I TRYING to scare you all off?)

Here is the swimsuit, should you wish to check it out. I got the black one. Becca did too.

It will come as no surprise that it goes against my core beliefs to pay for shipping and handling. It doesn’t matter how cheap something is if you then have to plunk down an extra $6-15 for shipping. Not gonna happen, friends.

Many moons ago, I’d ordered Bart a shirt from Lands’ End and some message boards said that if you called Lands’ End, they’d give you a free shipping code. I called; they handed over the code. Life went merrily on.

So I tried the same tactic on Monday. I called; no code was handed over. I was passed through several people all of whom were astonished that I’d previously received a free shipping code.

“We don’t just have blanket codes; they are all only for specific customers, etc.”

Right. It’s hard to believe that when they’d given you a non-specific code only four months earlier.

I decided the swimsuit dreams must die. Twenty bucks was a good deal. Twenty seven felt too expensive. Especially if I should dislike the swimsuit and need to return it in which case I would simply be out seven nonrefundable dollars (every dollar is a precious and beloved child to me, in case you haven’t noticed in the past forty trillion posts about how much I cherish my money).

Then, I remember that ages ago, I had subscribed to Lands’ End’s special little emailing list and then promptly filtered it to be automatically sent to the trash can. I knew I’d be able to search it still, since Gmail is an excellent product.

I searched. The results showed me an email that Lands’ End had sent me a mere twelve hours earlier. An email that offered free shipping codes.

I laughed in the face of the witless employee who had sworn up and down that no shipping codes were available for the taking.