But Wait! There’s More! May 11, 2011Posted by Toy Lady in random stuff.
This morning, I was reading one of my morning reads – a (mostly) daily column written by a local radio show host.
Now I’ll admit that there are days – a lot of them – that I pretty much just skim Lonsberry’s column – I’m really not all that interested in Mount Morris politics, nor do I care to read about the exploits of Baby Number Eight (whatever). Then there are the days he gets up on his high horse and goes all Avenging Conservative – yeah, I can do with a little less of that, too.
But now and then – every once in a while – I’ll read something there that just tickles me, like today.
See, back before the ravioli thing, and before we opened our business, Peeps worked Monday through Friday, just like I did. Which meant, among other things, that he spent a good portion of Sundays watching wrestling.
(Y’all do know he watches wrestling, right? I mean, he’s mentioned it, hasn’t he? I’d hate to be blabbing Marital Secrets all over the Internet or anything. . . )
So anyway, Sunday mornings, Peeps would watch the couple (four) hours of wrestling that he’d recorded during the week, and I’d go upstairs an amuse myself, usually by cleaning the bathroom, perhaps a little dusting and vacuuming, or maybe even watching a bonnet movie.
And one week, I turned on the bedroom TV, and there it was.
Ron Popeil was promoting the most wondrous thing – an electric pasta machine!
Remember, this was before The Ravioli Shop – fresh pasta wasn’t easily available back then.
But just imagine it! It came with a recipe book, and you could make a pound of pasta in mere minutes – effortlessly! Assorted dies, so I could make all different kinds of pasta – even macaroni! Perfect every time! And all for 3 Easy Payments of $33 (or one just-as-easy payment of $99) PLUS free shipping!
If I ordered that very day, I’d get, well, I don’t actually remember quite what I’d get, but I’m pretty sure it was AMAZING!
I just couldn’t pass it by – so I pulled out my bright, shiny Visa Platinum, and I called the (toll-free!) number, where an operator was, indeed, standing by, and I ordered my very own Ronco Pasta Machine (with the one-payment option)!
(And yes, when Peeps came upstairs and saw what I’d done, he rolled his eyes at me. Much like you’re probably doing right now.)
And I waited. And waited. And waited some more.
And then, when I received my credit card statement with the charge (and corresponding phone number) I called again.
The customer service person was terribly sorry, and she immediately ordered another unit shipped out to me.
For which I waited. And waited some more.
And then I got my credit card statement again – I’d been charged for a second pasta machine that I had never received.
Okay, now I was starting to get a little . . . concerned. I’d heard all about those unethical companies that get your credit card number and just charge you for stuff you never receive! I was having none of that, though – I called them again.
Well, this time, they promised to send Yet Another Amazingly Wonderful pasta machine AND credit my card for the second one.
Okay then. See that you do.
And finally – finally! – the big huge box with my wondrous pasta maker showed up on my front porch.
And another one the next day.
And a third one the day after that.
How much pasta was I realistically going to make, anyway?
But we got everything straightened out – my card was charged for what it was supposed to be charged and credited for what it was supposed to be credited, and return labels had been sent to me and the two extra pasta makers were returned, and I finally had an afternoon to try it out.
And I did.
And I hated it.
So. . . think I can get $10 for it in a yard sale?
Have you ever bought anything from an infomercial? Did you love it to pieces, or live to regret it?