I live in a small town (sing it! Mellencamp style!). Small towns don't offer a whole lot of shopping variety. We don't have a Hobby Lobby. Our Michael's is more like a Mini Michael's. And forget shoes. But that's another post altogether. What we have is the internet and that's how we do our shopping.
I was on a mission to find cute knobs. I needed some pizzazz for my furniture and that ruled out the mainstream knobs at the Big Box stores. I ended up ordering from 2 different places and in no time at all two boxes of knobs were mine, all mine.
There were black ones.
There's a theme going on here, right? Vintage styles, vintage colors. Vintage.
So imagine my confusion when I pulled this out of the box.
How in the world, I wondered, did I get car parts?
I dug around in the box.
Lots of car parts.
I checked the invoice. Racked my memory. Ahhhh, I remember now. Obviously I didn't pay attention to the measurements when I ordered. I was NOT expecting left and right matching door handles.
Okay, check the return information and, say wha'?. If I send them 3 more bucks they'll accept my return?
I had come face to face with the (insert booming voice) Dread Restocking Fee. In this case it was $15. I had $12 worth of car parts to return. Hmmmm. Plus I'd have to pay shipping. As if.
But, no worries.