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Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Feeling a bit scammed today?
Hi Bruce,
I was so excited to receive this email today. I actually felt as if I had spent enough money at your store this year that maybe you were giving me a deal. After all my birthday is on Saturday and well, it was nice to feel special. Who doesn't want to feel special?
After work I rushed over to your store with my new minivan that I acquired just for buying over sized canvases. All day I dreamt of the right size canvas to buy to put the 40% discount coupon towards. After arriving at your store I quickly folded down all of the back seats of the van and tried to visualize the largest size canvas I could get in the van. I really felt special.
I quickly went into your store and directly to the canvas section. I sat in the back and eyeballed several sizes. It was a hard choice. I am preparing for a show in January and need a large canvas to sort of finish off the show. After I picked out the best size for the concept I've been mulling over, I approached the front desk. I put the canvas down against the counter and gave the employee my coupon. She told me without hesitation that the canvas was already on sale and that the coupon did not apply to already on sale items.
This was a bit upsetting to say the least. Well, I had to see what large canvas I could buy. There must be one. After going back to your canvas section. I realized that all of the large quality canvases were already marked down. That the only high quality canvas's that were not marked down were the most expensive ones, upwards of 125-150 dollars. I couldn't believe it. My whole day I had been visualizing this moment. After all the money I had spent at your store I had thought that just maybe, maybe I was getting a break. I mean really canvas's are extremely over priced, right?
Well that didn't deter me. I took the 36''x72'' canvas up to the counter. I decided to concede and buy it. By this time I felt a bit hoodwinked. But still needed a nice sized canvas to finish off the show. I approached the front desk and put another large canvas against the front counter once again, cost of 150 dollars. There was an older gentleman with a shaved head at the counter. He seemed like a reasonable fellow so I decided to talk to him.
I said that he could understand why it was a bummer that in order to use your coupon I had to by the most expensive canvas. He stated that all of the canvas 's were on sale because they were already at a great bargain price. I asked him if he bought canvas's. He said no. I informed him that they are extremely expensive and can easily bite into an artist's nonexistent budget. He seemed perturbed. He continued to check me out. I realized that his facial expression was not one of compassion for the artist. For the coupon that was made in order to make someone feel special, and in disguise was a scam.
I informed the sales clerk that I was not interested in buying the canvas. I took back my credit card in the middle of the process. As I started to exit the store I turned back and told the sales clerk one more thing. I told him that I could not believe that he could not agree with me that this was unreasonable to put the majority of the canvas's on sale in order to negate the coupon and force the buyer to consider buying a higher priced canvas than he would have not originally considered buying. He did look a bit alarmed at this moment, I must say, as he stated, "I was not arguing with you."
I just wanted you to know that I felt scammed. That your coupon took me from feeling like a special customer who deserved a break, to just another consumer who fell for a trick to get me in the store and to make more money. I will not buy from your store again and I will tell any artist's I know to stay away from your store. Not only because of the coupon, but because of the lack of compassion shown from your employees. It's sort of sad really. I've bought products from your store for 15 years now. I will order my products online, and definitely not from your new online store.
Good luck in your endeavours.
www.byronking.com.
I was so excited to receive this email today. I actually felt as if I had spent enough money at your store this year that maybe you were giving me a deal. After all my birthday is on Saturday and well, it was nice to feel special. Who doesn't want to feel special?
After work I rushed over to your store with my new minivan that I acquired just for buying over sized canvases. All day I dreamt of the right size canvas to buy to put the 40% discount coupon towards. After arriving at your store I quickly folded down all of the back seats of the van and tried to visualize the largest size canvas I could get in the van. I really felt special.
I quickly went into your store and directly to the canvas section. I sat in the back and eyeballed several sizes. It was a hard choice. I am preparing for a show in January and need a large canvas to sort of finish off the show. After I picked out the best size for the concept I've been mulling over, I approached the front desk. I put the canvas down against the counter and gave the employee my coupon. She told me without hesitation that the canvas was already on sale and that the coupon did not apply to already on sale items.
This was a bit upsetting to say the least. Well, I had to see what large canvas I could buy. There must be one. After going back to your canvas section. I realized that all of the large quality canvases were already marked down. That the only high quality canvas's that were not marked down were the most expensive ones, upwards of 125-150 dollars. I couldn't believe it. My whole day I had been visualizing this moment. After all the money I had spent at your store I had thought that just maybe, maybe I was getting a break. I mean really canvas's are extremely over priced, right?
Well that didn't deter me. I took the 36''x72'' canvas up to the counter. I decided to concede and buy it. By this time I felt a bit hoodwinked. But still needed a nice sized canvas to finish off the show. I approached the front desk and put another large canvas against the front counter once again, cost of 150 dollars. There was an older gentleman with a shaved head at the counter. He seemed like a reasonable fellow so I decided to talk to him.
I said that he could understand why it was a bummer that in order to use your coupon I had to by the most expensive canvas. He stated that all of the canvas 's were on sale because they were already at a great bargain price. I asked him if he bought canvas's. He said no. I informed him that they are extremely expensive and can easily bite into an artist's nonexistent budget. He seemed perturbed. He continued to check me out. I realized that his facial expression was not one of compassion for the artist. For the coupon that was made in order to make someone feel special, and in disguise was a scam.
I informed the sales clerk that I was not interested in buying the canvas. I took back my credit card in the middle of the process. As I started to exit the store I turned back and told the sales clerk one more thing. I told him that I could not believe that he could not agree with me that this was unreasonable to put the majority of the canvas's on sale in order to negate the coupon and force the buyer to consider buying a higher priced canvas than he would have not originally considered buying. He did look a bit alarmed at this moment, I must say, as he stated, "I was not arguing with you."
I just wanted you to know that I felt scammed. That your coupon took me from feeling like a special customer who deserved a break, to just another consumer who fell for a trick to get me in the store and to make more money. I will not buy from your store again and I will tell any artist's I know to stay away from your store. Not only because of the coupon, but because of the lack of compassion shown from your employees. It's sort of sad really. I've bought products from your store for 15 years now. I will order my products online, and definitely not from your new online store.
Good luck in your endeavours.
www.byronking.com.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Horizon Line
Approaching my birthday and I'm brewing in my stew. Of life. Of mights. Of my personal fights. How much do I have left in me? I look at my mountain top that I have not nearly climbed. I must reach the peek by night fall this time. I want to stand tall, and view the horizon line.
Ten years have quickly passed. And I have amassed a collection of adventures. Not many pictures. But many images that are in my head. Images I will take with me until I'm dead. And this mental photo album will grow and grow. Until a force data dump obstructs it's flow.
I'll illustrate animals for generations to come. Drawing the icons we forget as we grow old. Make sure the little one knows which ones will bite. Make sure she knows not to quit without a fight. She will not reach her mountain top for years to come. I hope when she reaches it she'll find us standing tall in the sun.
Little one we are all on this journey and sometimes you'll find yourself alone. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a home. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a friend. All you can do is pray that your friends stick around till the end. And hope when it's all over we will all find that same mountain top that we all climbed. Then we can all look at the same horizon line. And we will see our life's work as it stretches through time. Then we can all pray for that moment not to end. Or maybe once there it will just start all over again.
Ten years have quickly passed. And I have amassed a collection of adventures. Not many pictures. But many images that are in my head. Images I will take with me until I'm dead. And this mental photo album will grow and grow. Until a force data dump obstructs it's flow.
I'll illustrate animals for generations to come. Drawing the icons we forget as we grow old. Make sure the little one knows which ones will bite. Make sure she knows not to quit without a fight. She will not reach her mountain top for years to come. I hope when she reaches it she'll find us standing tall in the sun.
Little one we are all on this journey and sometimes you'll find yourself alone. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a home. Sometimes along the way you'll find yourself a friend. All you can do is pray that your friends stick around till the end. And hope when it's all over we will all find that same mountain top that we all climbed. Then we can all look at the same horizon line. And we will see our life's work as it stretches through time. Then we can all pray for that moment not to end. Or maybe once there it will just start all over again.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Tower View
I'm taken a back. Taking a wack to the head, Jack.
I look in side and it no worky here no morey. Words
are not coming out easily, fluently. I sit and stare at
a blank canvas. A line. An idea that has little idea. And there
is no beauty. And there is only hard work.
Wishing that things would flow. Like the
flow of my fingers knowing where the keys are hitting the
keyboard. Knowing how to, when to, automatically, auto
pilot. Flowing water down mountain top drip through rock,
stone, hard substance. Finding it's way. Drip. Drop.
Wanting ideas to shine, mountain top beam truth. Wanting
to set an example for myself to live by but not wanting to make
that example impossibly difficult, perfect. Know that you are going forth.
Slowly finding truth, but not beating yourself up over it. On it.
Thinking of icons. Towers. Built for little nuggets. Chicken
fried. Tied. Peeping out of their plastic side. vibe. I see it in
the distance. It is perfection. We are all gathered round.
Laughing. Well rested. Well fed. And it was all worth the test.
I look in side and it no worky here no morey. Words
are not coming out easily, fluently. I sit and stare at
a blank canvas. A line. An idea that has little idea. And there
is no beauty. And there is only hard work.
Wishing that things would flow. Like the
flow of my fingers knowing where the keys are hitting the
keyboard. Knowing how to, when to, automatically, auto
pilot. Flowing water down mountain top drip through rock,
stone, hard substance. Finding it's way. Drip. Drop.
Wanting ideas to shine, mountain top beam truth. Wanting
to set an example for myself to live by but not wanting to make
that example impossibly difficult, perfect. Know that you are going forth.
Slowly finding truth, but not beating yourself up over it. On it.
Thinking of icons. Towers. Built for little nuggets. Chicken
fried. Tied. Peeping out of their plastic side. vibe. I see it in
the distance. It is perfection. We are all gathered round.
Laughing. Well rested. Well fed. And it was all worth the test.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The View
I know I've got a ways to go before this is done.
Any suggestions or directions I might take would
be appreciated. The Borg seems lonely so I hope
this gives us something to talk about. Fire away!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
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