Sometimes, despite the best of planning, the most organized advance effort for the perfect gift, something goes wrong. Yeah, that’s how my day has gone.<\/p>\n
Back in November, I ordered Gamma’s gift. You know, that very special jacket with a name embroidered on the front, the school’s letter, a sport emblem (golf, in this case), and the last name in carpet-like letters on the back?<\/p>\n
It was due to be ready on December 20, but there was a bit of a delay. So, when I went to pick it up today, the poor young fellow came out and said, "there’s a problem."<\/p>\n
Heck yeah, there’s a problem. They misspelled her name — front and back. It wasn’t the local store’s fault; they had it correctly spelled (in several places) on the order form. The company they get the jackets from messed it up.<\/p>\n
The store is making it right, but the problem is, this was a Christmas present. Cold weather is here, and I know she’d love to show it off to her cousins on Christmas Day (they’re both younger athletes, so this would be impressive to them). So, it will be made right, but not for a few more weeks.<\/p>\n
Dang. Now what do I do for Christmas?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes, despite the best of planning, the most organized advance effort for the perfect gift, something goes wrong. Yeah, that’s how my day has gone. Back in November, I ordered Gamma’s gift. You know, that very special jacket with a … Continue reading