There are many people in this campground; there are many dogs in this campground and there are many people walking dogs in this campground. Now, I'm not ashamed to admit, I'm not too
old to learn something new--I didn't realize that in order to get their dogs to poop on cue they
give them a doggy treat. I can only imagine how different my life would have been had
I been treated thusly--but I want you to know, a doggy biscuit wouldn't have accomplished what
was desired. Well. o.k., maybe a chocolate chip cookie-----! lol
*******
I always get a kick out off watching the dog walkers--you see little bitty women walking huge dogs; while big old men are walking tiny little dogs!
*******
Jim and I like to try new places to eat while we are here. One was a chicken buffet. I'll bet you think there is nothing unusual about that, but it was not an "all you can eat" buffet, but a plate- full buffet. For $7.49 you get a plate and a small bowl for dessert and your drink and dessert
are included in the price. It turns out they also served fish--and they didn't care how full you filled that plate, and some people had it down pat as to how much that paper plate WOULD HOLD! I just thought it was an interesting concept.
We got all excited about a new restaurant but on further examination, we discovered it was
a family-style restaurant. We don't care for that type of service--as we don't eat that much.
O.K., I know what you are thinking--"Well, you look like you eat that much." All I can say is
you are entitled to your own opinion.
We have re-discovered the Whataburger restaurants, as well as Chick-filet. I don't like
hamburgers except at Steak and Shakes and Whataburgers, so that has been fun. When we are at Gulf Shores, we had to cross over into Florida to eat Whataburgers.
*******
I brought three books with me and bought 2 more at the Millions of Books store and all WERE REALLY good except this last one--and I can't keep my focus on it. Oh well, I can always go back to that book store.
*******
Alabama/Florida people are concerned because they keep finding dead dolphins washing up on shore and they are finding many were aborted births. Most people who study such things
feel this may be caused by the BP oil spill. Everyone is very concerned since 52 dolphins have been found dead on beaches, so far this year.
********
The weather has been unusually warm this spring--in mid to high 70's and fog nearly every night--which means humidity is extremely high. I don't get along well with high humidity
but it is supposed to cool off tomorrow and get to more seasonal temps so I'll look forward to
normal Feb. temps here in Mississippi.
******Till next time---------
Friday, February 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Where is Georgia O'Keefe?
Several years ago, we toured the state of New Mexico. While in Santa Fe, I was excited about seeing
Georgia O'Keefe's museum. We finally made our way to the general direction of the museum,
but the traffic was so thick, we never could get to the museum itself. We were there in Santa Fe for about 2 days and never could get into the museum. I'm sure the locals know when and how
to see the museum, but we never learned the secret.
When we arrived in Biloxi, I was happy to see the Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art was up and running. The building of this museum had barely begun when Katrina hit and it was damaged so
they had to do the repairs before the building of the museum itself could resume.
As we toured the museum, we found sculptures by Richmond Barthe, who was born in Bay St. Louis in 1901. He was an
African-American, and the lady who took our money to tour the museum said they were very happy to have his works because he had come from this area.
There was a nice display of George Ohr pottery. Ohr is called, "The Mad Potter of
Biloxi". Ohr's studio and all his work was destroyed by a fire in 1894 and he then began to experiment and created an astonishing variety of work, which was packed in boxes for 60 years
at his son's junk yard--until discovered by an antiques dealer in the 1970's.
There were a few selected prints in one section of the museum by Andy Warhol, which was kind
of surprising, in such a solemn setting.
All of a sudden, we were back to the starting point of the tour--and at the gift shop. I was
ashamed to ask the lady in the gift shop, but I had to know: "I have a stupid question for you,"
I said. "Where is the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit?"
She smiled and said, "That's not a stupid question at all. We get it all the time. However, the
O'Keefe in the name of this museum is not Georgia O'Keefe, but Jerry O'Keefe. He owns
several funeral homes in this area, and was the first person to make a sizeable donation to
the building of this museum, so they added his name, by calling it the Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art."
Well, all I have to say is-- isn't that a brilliant bit of merchandising?
While in Santa Fe I had picked up several brochures and after we got home, I ordered a
Georgia O'Keefe print from a poster store. I guess that's the closest I'll ever get to
anything by good old Georgia!
Georgia O'Keefe's museum. We finally made our way to the general direction of the museum,
but the traffic was so thick, we never could get to the museum itself. We were there in Santa Fe for about 2 days and never could get into the museum. I'm sure the locals know when and how
to see the museum, but we never learned the secret.
When we arrived in Biloxi, I was happy to see the Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art was up and running. The building of this museum had barely begun when Katrina hit and it was damaged so
they had to do the repairs before the building of the museum itself could resume.
As we toured the museum, we found sculptures by Richmond Barthe, who was born in Bay St. Louis in 1901. He was an
African-American, and the lady who took our money to tour the museum said they were very happy to have his works because he had come from this area.
There was a nice display of George Ohr pottery. Ohr is called, "The Mad Potter of
Biloxi". Ohr's studio and all his work was destroyed by a fire in 1894 and he then began to experiment and created an astonishing variety of work, which was packed in boxes for 60 years
at his son's junk yard--until discovered by an antiques dealer in the 1970's.
There were a few selected prints in one section of the museum by Andy Warhol, which was kind
of surprising, in such a solemn setting.
All of a sudden, we were back to the starting point of the tour--and at the gift shop. I was
ashamed to ask the lady in the gift shop, but I had to know: "I have a stupid question for you,"
I said. "Where is the Georgia O'Keefe exhibit?"
She smiled and said, "That's not a stupid question at all. We get it all the time. However, the
O'Keefe in the name of this museum is not Georgia O'Keefe, but Jerry O'Keefe. He owns
several funeral homes in this area, and was the first person to make a sizeable donation to
the building of this museum, so they added his name, by calling it the Ohr-O'Keefe Museum of Art."
Well, all I have to say is-- isn't that a brilliant bit of merchandising?
While in Santa Fe I had picked up several brochures and after we got home, I ordered a
Georgia O'Keefe print from a poster store. I guess that's the closest I'll ever get to
anything by good old Georgia!
Monday, February 21, 2011
I've Never Seen a Bug As Big As You.
My strong, powerful, "he who can handle anything" husband, has a bug phobia! Believe me, you could have knocked me over with a feather. The bad thing was because of his over-reactions to
bugs of any type, it caused Shari to be scared to death of bugs; as well as her daughter, Brandi.
I decided I would break this silliness with Brandi as I thought she was young enough to be molded into a "live and let live" world, as it pertained to insects.
I have seen Jim beat a fly into pieces so small, they looked like dust, and as for Shari, I've seen her go bananas over sweat bees. The funny thing was our oldest kid, Brad, WAS allergic to sweat bees, and Shari was not, but she is the one who had a come-apart when sweat bees
appeared on the scene.
When Brandi showed signs of being really scared around bugs,
I started a campaign of saying, "Brandi, I've never seen a bug as big as you," whenever she would react badly to seeing a bug.
I pointed out to her that since humans are so much bigger than bugs, they should be afraid of us,
not the other way around. It seemed to be working--for awhile--but she got so sick of me saying those words, that she began to ignore me.
Back when we camped (really camped) in a camper, out in the woods, with the kids, Jim hated
mosquitos so much that he would take a can of bug spray into the camper before bedtime
and spray and spray. The kids would say, "Please, Dad. That is enough spray! We would rather take our chances with the mosquitos!"
While we have been here in Biloxi, I hated to tell him about my encounter with a spider--a really big spider, but decided I'd better warn him in case the spider came to visit him so I said, "How
come that big old spider only comes out when I am in the shower?" "What spider," he asked?
I told him that the previous evening when I got into the shower, this big old monster came crawling up out of the shower drain, so I poured shampoo on him and lots of hot water and he disappeared back into the drain. However, the next evening, either that same spider, or his
twin, came back up from the drain again. It was hard for me to believe that the spider could
have survived, but there it was!
Jim didn't say anything, but later in the night when I went to the bathroom, I knew he had
gotten out his deadly bug treatment equipment. So, I said, "Well, I guess you really killed
that spider for good this time, huh?" He said, 'How could you tell?"
I answered, "Well, the smell of bug spray wafting up through the shower drain,. kind of gave me a clue."
I would almost bet Jim was chanting, "Die, spider, die, as he was spraying, too!"
bugs of any type, it caused Shari to be scared to death of bugs; as well as her daughter, Brandi.
I decided I would break this silliness with Brandi as I thought she was young enough to be molded into a "live and let live" world, as it pertained to insects.
I have seen Jim beat a fly into pieces so small, they looked like dust, and as for Shari, I've seen her go bananas over sweat bees. The funny thing was our oldest kid, Brad, WAS allergic to sweat bees, and Shari was not, but she is the one who had a come-apart when sweat bees
appeared on the scene.
When Brandi showed signs of being really scared around bugs,
I started a campaign of saying, "Brandi, I've never seen a bug as big as you," whenever she would react badly to seeing a bug.
I pointed out to her that since humans are so much bigger than bugs, they should be afraid of us,
not the other way around. It seemed to be working--for awhile--but she got so sick of me saying those words, that she began to ignore me.
Back when we camped (really camped) in a camper, out in the woods, with the kids, Jim hated
mosquitos so much that he would take a can of bug spray into the camper before bedtime
and spray and spray. The kids would say, "Please, Dad. That is enough spray! We would rather take our chances with the mosquitos!"
While we have been here in Biloxi, I hated to tell him about my encounter with a spider--a really big spider, but decided I'd better warn him in case the spider came to visit him so I said, "How
come that big old spider only comes out when I am in the shower?" "What spider," he asked?
I told him that the previous evening when I got into the shower, this big old monster came crawling up out of the shower drain, so I poured shampoo on him and lots of hot water and he disappeared back into the drain. However, the next evening, either that same spider, or his
twin, came back up from the drain again. It was hard for me to believe that the spider could
have survived, but there it was!
Jim didn't say anything, but later in the night when I went to the bathroom, I knew he had
gotten out his deadly bug treatment equipment. So, I said, "Well, I guess you really killed
that spider for good this time, huh?" He said, 'How could you tell?"
I answered, "Well, the smell of bug spray wafting up through the shower drain,. kind of gave me a clue."
I would almost bet Jim was chanting, "Die, spider, die, as he was spraying, too!"
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A Blonde in a Southern Church.
An Alabama preacher said to his congregation, "Someone in this congregation has spread a rumor that I belong to the Ku Klux Klan. It is a horrible lie and one which a Christian community cannot tolerate. I am embarrassed and don't intend to accept this. Now, I want the
party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian family."
No one moved.
The preacher continued, "Do you have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood? Remember, you will be forgiven, and in your heart you will feel glory. Now, stand and confess your transgression."
Again, all was quiet.
Then, slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop traffic, rose from the third pew. Her head was bowed and her voice quivered as she spoke. "Reverend, there has been a terrible misunderstanding. I never said you were a member of the Ku Klux Klan. I simply told a couple of my friends that you were a wizard under the sheets."
The preacher fell to his knees, his wife fainted and the congregation roared.
Now, if I gave you the name of the upstanding and outstanding community leader who sent this to me--you would be very surprised! However, I will protect her identity. Now, why
would a 74-year old Christian woman put this on her blog? ALL I CAN SAY IS, THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT!!
party who did this to stand and ask forgiveness from God and this Christian family."
No one moved.
The preacher continued, "Do you have the nerve to face me and admit this is a falsehood? Remember, you will be forgiven, and in your heart you will feel glory. Now, stand and confess your transgression."
Again, all was quiet.
Then, slowly, a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that would stop traffic, rose from the third pew. Her head was bowed and her voice quivered as she spoke. "Reverend, there has been a terrible misunderstanding. I never said you were a member of the Ku Klux Klan. I simply told a couple of my friends that you were a wizard under the sheets."
The preacher fell to his knees, his wife fainted and the congregation roared.
Now, if I gave you the name of the upstanding and outstanding community leader who sent this to me--you would be very surprised! However, I will protect her identity. Now, why
would a 74-year old Christian woman put this on her blog? ALL I CAN SAY IS, THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT!!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
I seem to have lost my groove but warm weather is bringing it back.
I've been a bit "out of it" since arriving in Biloxi. Jim has been about sick with a terrible cough
and cold--and neither of us sleeping very well so now that the warm weather has arrived,
hopefully we will get "our groove" back!
The people in this campground are scurrying about like a herd of ants--riding bikes, walking their
dogs, sunning and embracing the beautiful sunshine!
I'm making plans for the new week. We have a new Gulf Coast magazine with all of the
eating places in the area listed, so can hardly wait to try some of those. There is a Ohr-O'Keefe Museum which we plan to check out this week. I didn't realize it, but construction on the Museum
just barely begun when Katrina hit. I thought it was brand new when we
were here in December. The damage had to be repaired before construction could continue
but it is all finished now.
We drove over to Bay St. Louis yesterday. I have mentioned this before--the old town of Bay St. Louis suffered much damage during the hurricane and in fact the bridge that connected Bay St. Louis to the rest of the area, was completely destroyed and it took several years before
it could be rebuilt as it is a huge bridge. We noticed they are building a new seawall now--I'm sure they are hoping that if another hurricane comes through, the seawall may protect
some of the properties. There had always been neat shops and restaurants there--with
all of them being destroyed by Katrina.
If you have never been to this part of the Gulf Coast, I hope you can work it into your
schedule sometime. The white sand beaches are beautiful. We have noticed there is
still work going on picking up tar balls from the BP oil spill. The TV stations seem to infer
that there is constant bickering between BP and the locals and we got the feeling that BP
thinks the communities are trying to keep the clean-up crews working just in case there is more damage to the sand than is visible now. We were shocked that according to TV, 65% of
claims caused by the oil spill HAVE NOT BEEN paid!
and cold--and neither of us sleeping very well so now that the warm weather has arrived,
hopefully we will get "our groove" back!
The people in this campground are scurrying about like a herd of ants--riding bikes, walking their
dogs, sunning and embracing the beautiful sunshine!
I'm making plans for the new week. We have a new Gulf Coast magazine with all of the
eating places in the area listed, so can hardly wait to try some of those. There is a Ohr-O'Keefe Museum which we plan to check out this week. I didn't realize it, but construction on the Museum
just barely begun when Katrina hit. I thought it was brand new when we
were here in December. The damage had to be repaired before construction could continue
but it is all finished now.
We drove over to Bay St. Louis yesterday. I have mentioned this before--the old town of Bay St. Louis suffered much damage during the hurricane and in fact the bridge that connected Bay St. Louis to the rest of the area, was completely destroyed and it took several years before
it could be rebuilt as it is a huge bridge. We noticed they are building a new seawall now--I'm sure they are hoping that if another hurricane comes through, the seawall may protect
some of the properties. There had always been neat shops and restaurants there--with
all of them being destroyed by Katrina.
If you have never been to this part of the Gulf Coast, I hope you can work it into your
schedule sometime. The white sand beaches are beautiful. We have noticed there is
still work going on picking up tar balls from the BP oil spill. The TV stations seem to infer
that there is constant bickering between BP and the locals and we got the feeling that BP
thinks the communities are trying to keep the clean-up crews working just in case there is more damage to the sand than is visible now. We were shocked that according to TV, 65% of
claims caused by the oil spill HAVE NOT BEEN paid!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Up, Up and Away.
The first of the week, we'll be headed back to Biloxi after blood tests and doctor appointments,
so I won't be back on my blogs for a few days, so that being said--hope you enjoy this:
Men have it made! They always have it made and always will--and that is because God is a man
so he wants to protect his special species! When they get ready to go somewhere, all they have to do is put on some boxer shorts and they're good to go. Well, of course, they have to put on something besides boxers, but their simple underwear makes getting dressed a breeze.
When women get ready to go out, there are many more things to put on than boxer shorts. First of all, of course, is a bra. I guess that is one thing that certainly is necessary, but when I see movie stars parading around at big events, I don't believe those gals even know about bras.
After one of the big awards shows recently, I heard a reporter ask on of the big designers how the ladies keep their boobs inside their dresses, and he said they used double-faced tape. You have got to be kidding!
I'd have to have duct tape and have it wrapped around my neck, but I'm off the subject.
I have an undergarment called a "coverall." No, it's not like the coveralls that men wear and it doesn't really "cover all", but it tries and it kind of smooths out some of the bumps and bulges. However, it is so old it is getting seat-sprung, so I have been looking for something different
to replace that ratty old coverall.
I just couldn't find anything I liked UNTIL the other day I saw a slip in a catalog. The description said, "Never wear a girdle again. Just put on this stretchy slip and you'll never know you're wearing a thing, since it is so smooth and soft, but it controls, too!"
Boy, that sounded perfect, so I ordered it. When it arrived I could hardly wait to get home and get my clothes off so I could try it on.
It was a little tough to get the thing over my head and neck because it clung so tightly, and then I had trouble getting it over my..well, over my bosom, and when I got all that accomplished, I was disappointed with the look of it. I am an eternal optimist and I just knew those bumps and bulges would disappear, when in fact, because the slip was so snug, it made them even more pronounced!
I decided to try it on another time, when I was a little more upbeat. But getting the thing off required some maneuvers that you would not have wanted to see. When I got that slip up to my
neck, it felt like the tentacles of an octopus, as it got tighter and tighter around my neck.
i realized that if I wasn't very careful, those stetchy straps to that undergarment could very well catapult me into outer space,
I can see the headlines now. "Woman in New Slip Orbiting the Earth. Husband Says He Hopes She is There for Good."
I finally got that killer slip off my body and put it in a drawer where it rests in peace.
But, after having this experience, I believe I have just found the newest weapon of mass destruction for our country--SPANDEX!
so I won't be back on my blogs for a few days, so that being said--hope you enjoy this:
Men have it made! They always have it made and always will--and that is because God is a man
so he wants to protect his special species! When they get ready to go somewhere, all they have to do is put on some boxer shorts and they're good to go. Well, of course, they have to put on something besides boxers, but their simple underwear makes getting dressed a breeze.
When women get ready to go out, there are many more things to put on than boxer shorts. First of all, of course, is a bra. I guess that is one thing that certainly is necessary, but when I see movie stars parading around at big events, I don't believe those gals even know about bras.
After one of the big awards shows recently, I heard a reporter ask on of the big designers how the ladies keep their boobs inside their dresses, and he said they used double-faced tape. You have got to be kidding!
I'd have to have duct tape and have it wrapped around my neck, but I'm off the subject.
I have an undergarment called a "coverall." No, it's not like the coveralls that men wear and it doesn't really "cover all", but it tries and it kind of smooths out some of the bumps and bulges. However, it is so old it is getting seat-sprung, so I have been looking for something different
to replace that ratty old coverall.
I just couldn't find anything I liked UNTIL the other day I saw a slip in a catalog. The description said, "Never wear a girdle again. Just put on this stretchy slip and you'll never know you're wearing a thing, since it is so smooth and soft, but it controls, too!"
Boy, that sounded perfect, so I ordered it. When it arrived I could hardly wait to get home and get my clothes off so I could try it on.
It was a little tough to get the thing over my head and neck because it clung so tightly, and then I had trouble getting it over my..well, over my bosom, and when I got all that accomplished, I was disappointed with the look of it. I am an eternal optimist and I just knew those bumps and bulges would disappear, when in fact, because the slip was so snug, it made them even more pronounced!
I decided to try it on another time, when I was a little more upbeat. But getting the thing off required some maneuvers that you would not have wanted to see. When I got that slip up to my
neck, it felt like the tentacles of an octopus, as it got tighter and tighter around my neck.
i realized that if I wasn't very careful, those stetchy straps to that undergarment could very well catapult me into outer space,
I can see the headlines now. "Woman in New Slip Orbiting the Earth. Husband Says He Hopes She is There for Good."
I finally got that killer slip off my body and put it in a drawer where it rests in peace.
But, after having this experience, I believe I have just found the newest weapon of mass destruction for our country--SPANDEX!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
An awesome gift.
I received an awesome gift yesterday. Bill Atwood brought by a plaque for me which says:
IN APPRECIATION
Presented to
Donna Uebinger
Who has graciously and steadfastly
loaned her time and God given
musical talent to so many!
Thank you for reminding us to
"Count Our Many Blessings!"
and
"What a Friend We have in Jesus".
Last but not least, you remind us that
"When the Roll is Called Up Yonder"
YOU'LL be there.
For your faithful service and
in Christ's Love,
Your Friends at
First Baptist Church
As I wrote in an earlier post, my hands have failed and I had to give up playing the organ
at First Baptist after a rather disasterous final performance. I'm surprised the members
of the church felt I deserved a plaque after that, but I thank them so much!
It has been my privilege to have played for so many years!
IN APPRECIATION
Presented to
Donna Uebinger
Who has graciously and steadfastly
loaned her time and God given
musical talent to so many!
Thank you for reminding us to
"Count Our Many Blessings!"
and
"What a Friend We have in Jesus".
Last but not least, you remind us that
"When the Roll is Called Up Yonder"
YOU'LL be there.
For your faithful service and
in Christ's Love,
Your Friends at
First Baptist Church
As I wrote in an earlier post, my hands have failed and I had to give up playing the organ
at First Baptist after a rather disasterous final performance. I'm surprised the members
of the church felt I deserved a plaque after that, but I thank them so much!
It has been my privilege to have played for so many years!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Manipulation by a credit card company
I don't normally have trouble with my credit card companies--as most of them we have had for
a very long time, and I try to pay my bills on time always, but yesterday I had an experience with one of them that made me puzzled and angry.
The credit card company shall remain nameless, but when they offered a 5% discount on purchases
made at restaurants and drug stores, (as well as a smaller discount on ALL purchases), I jumped at the opportunity, because those two places are where much of our money goes.
Along with a rather large invoice, there was a notice that we had earned $40 in discounts, and
the notice said this amount could be redeemed at any time by going to their website. That didn't go very well, however, as the only thing I could bring up on that site was how to apply for their
credit card. Of course, I already had their credit card.
I kept bringing up different versions of their name, trying to get somewhere where I could redeem the points. In my search, though, I became a little nervous when ON THE CREDIT CARD COMPANY'S SITE, I began to run across remarks made by their card holders, with
lots of nasty things being posted, like: "This company sucks. They are now trying to get me to
pay a yearly fee to get the discounts", or "do not sign up for discounts with this company. They stay awake nights trying to keep people from getting the full value of their discounts."
Wow! Always being a cock-eyed optimist, though, I finally decided to call the service rep listed on the back of
the credit card.
I just knew I was on the right track then, until I realized my call was completely operated by a
computer. First, "she" told me how much my current bill was, and how much I had already paid and after pushing numerous buttons I got to the part about redeeming the discount.
I wanted the $40 applied to the current statement, but with Ms. Computer, this wasn't even
listed as an option. Finally, the voice said, "If you want to receive a $25 check, push 1". Well,
no, I didn't want a $25 check--I wanted a $40 check."
I finally gave in, though, and pushed that I wanted the $25 check. I told Jim that it made me so
angry that the company manipulated me so easily. Will I ever get the balance? I have no idea.
But I will say I have had a Discover credit card for many years, and redeeming their discounts is so easy--AND it can be applied to the bill. All I have to do is call a number!
a very long time, and I try to pay my bills on time always, but yesterday I had an experience with one of them that made me puzzled and angry.
The credit card company shall remain nameless, but when they offered a 5% discount on purchases
made at restaurants and drug stores, (as well as a smaller discount on ALL purchases), I jumped at the opportunity, because those two places are where much of our money goes.
Along with a rather large invoice, there was a notice that we had earned $40 in discounts, and
the notice said this amount could be redeemed at any time by going to their website. That didn't go very well, however, as the only thing I could bring up on that site was how to apply for their
credit card. Of course, I already had their credit card.
I kept bringing up different versions of their name, trying to get somewhere where I could redeem the points. In my search, though, I became a little nervous when ON THE CREDIT CARD COMPANY'S SITE, I began to run across remarks made by their card holders, with
lots of nasty things being posted, like: "This company sucks. They are now trying to get me to
pay a yearly fee to get the discounts", or "do not sign up for discounts with this company. They stay awake nights trying to keep people from getting the full value of their discounts."
Wow! Always being a cock-eyed optimist, though, I finally decided to call the service rep listed on the back of
the credit card.
I just knew I was on the right track then, until I realized my call was completely operated by a
computer. First, "she" told me how much my current bill was, and how much I had already paid and after pushing numerous buttons I got to the part about redeeming the discount.
I wanted the $40 applied to the current statement, but with Ms. Computer, this wasn't even
listed as an option. Finally, the voice said, "If you want to receive a $25 check, push 1". Well,
no, I didn't want a $25 check--I wanted a $40 check."
I finally gave in, though, and pushed that I wanted the $25 check. I told Jim that it made me so
angry that the company manipulated me so easily. Will I ever get the balance? I have no idea.
But I will say I have had a Discover credit card for many years, and redeeming their discounts is so easy--AND it can be applied to the bill. All I have to do is call a number!
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