adventures of mascarah.
I have always wanted to be "a writer" but I'm lost somewhere in the prologue...whittling away at a story I may never tell.
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Please excuse this rant I’m about to bestow upon you.
Perhaps against my better judgment, I purchased this jacket from Bloomingdales.
I saw it, it was on sale and I had a gift card that covered almost all of it . And I really wanted a motorcycle jacket. It wasn’t smooth like butter like the Alexander Wang or Helmut Lang one I have dreamed about, but it does the job. I get it home and hang it in my closet, excited to wear it to work the next day. That next day I put on a cute gray pencil skirt, tuck in a fun t, slid on some textured tights and booties and reach for the jacket. I go to zip up the jacket and the zipper goes veering off on a course all its own. I gasp in horror. I try again. And again. And again. The damn thing won’t zip.
After digging and digging (and digging) I realize I can’t find the receipt. I usually save all my receipts in neat little expandable folder system, but this one time, I simply misplaced it. I schlep allllll the way up to Bloomingdales UES, two days later, jacket in tote, sans receipt. The jacket is still so crisp, it has lines and creases in the leather, I’m hopeful they’ll exchange it for me.
NO DICE. Not only will they not exchange it (it’s a flat out refusal) the woman chastises me for having lost the receipt, actually saying at one point “What adult doesn’t keep track of valuable paperwork?” Ummm…what? What kind of crappy f-ing store won’t take back an item that is clearly damaged or LOOK UP MY TRANSACTION IN THE dang system?! This jacket is YOUR HOUSE BRAND. It can ONLY be purchased at a Bloomingdales. There is NO OTHER PLACE I could’ve bought this jacket other than one of your stores and you won’t even swap a clearly faulty zipper on a current product.
Ok, rant over. Bloomingdales - onwards and upwards, now consider me a Barney’s loyalist. I like their store design better anyways. Has anyone else ever had a totally crap time with service at Bloomies?
PS - Nordstrom, please come to NYC. I know you would never do this to me.
