Someone In Downers Grove Owes My Mom An Apology
Earlier this week, I ordered an FTD bouquet for my mom; it's an obvious Mother's Day play, but lacking any real competition from siblings, this is the sad regression to the safe-and-mediocre that passes for thoughtfulness in my worldview. That said, I thought it was a really nice-looking bouquet of spring flowers with a smart ceramic vase she might actually want to keep. I ordered it last Monday for delivery May 11th.
Cut to May 11th, late evening. I check my Inbox:
You can imagine my reaction. Actually, you don't have to imagine a thing. Instead of emailing http://website3 or calling phone4, I replied with a heat-of-the-moment response:
This is among the worst "we're sorry, but we couldn't complete your order" emails I've ever received. Did your database even bother to make an effort to pull in the relevant details of my specific bouquet into the order below? Does a forest of question marks help explain why delivery didn't work out? Did you make any effort to make up this service gaffe to me, other than to offer to ship a time-sensitive gift well after the necessary due date at a modest discount? No.I'm off to 1-800 flowers for my next similar occasion. FTD, you blew it.
Fortunately, I had a plan (B) and Amazon's Prime shipping deal will get it there on Monday. (Their logistics have almost never let me down, and the few times they did they fell all over themselves to apologize and make it up to me concretely.) But who wants to call Mom and say "no, really, they lost your gift in the mail! I swear!" Mom's been down this road before and knows every one of your tired tactics, buddy.
Enough with the griping already, Matt. Happy Mother's Day, moms!