I want new chairs for the living room. So I go the store and after a bit of browsing, find a nice big overstuffed Natuzzi leather chair and ottoman in bone. Sweet. I sit in it awhile and then go to another one that is smaller and cheaper, then back to the first. I pick up the tag to make sure it’s a reputable manufacturer (it is: Natuzzi), go back to the first. Hmm. One is $1159 the other is $1349. I like the more expensive one better, but…hmm, let’s make sure this includes the ottoman. Take out the tag and sure enough it includes the ottoman. Good. Notice it has a pen mark through the figure as if someone was going to cross out the price but then decided not to. Okay, decide to go ahead and pay the extra $$ for the bigger chair. Mr. Salesman appears and we seal the deal. I’m a little annoyed that he charges me $60 for delivery since I’m paying almost $3000 for two freaking chairs but okay, I’m not going to make a scene over $60.
The deliveryman arrive and after they leave I go to sit in my new chairs. Sweetness. Hmmm. Strange. There’s a tag hanging on one of them. This tag looks very familiar. Yes, very familiar indeed. Upon further inspection, it is the exact same tag that was in the showroom, down to the pen mark through the dollar amoutn. Behind it is a blue paper with the words “Hold for PunditLisa” on it.
Okay, I’m very annoyed now. They’ve sent me the FLOOR MODEL.
So I get on the phone and ask for Mr. Salesman, John. John gets on the floor and I say, “John, they’ve delivered my chairs, however you’ve sent me the floor model.”
“Impossible.” He said. “That chair is still in the showroom.”
“No, I don’t think so.” I said. I described the two tags.
“Well, how does it look?” he asks flippantly.
“That’s hardly the point.” I said. "I can’t tell by looking at it how many hundreds of customers have plopped down in my chair and deteriorated the frame. "
“Well, I’m telling you that it’s not a floor model.” He says, trying to brush me off. “It’s still here.”
I’m starting to get angry now, because I KNOW I’m right. “John, are you saying that if I drive over there right now, my chair will be sitting there?”
Pause. “Well, let me go check and make sure.”
I know right then that he had been lying to me because his voice was very nervous. He gets back on and tries to feign shock, “You know, you are right! The chair is not there anymore. I did a little investigating, though, and I know what happened. We sold the floor model to another customer after you and they must have shipped the wrong one to you.”
“Sounds like the “other” customer got a pretty good deal then. How are you going to remedy this for me?”
“Well, of course, I’ll give you some money off.”
“Fine. I think 20% is reasonable.”
“20%?! Oh no, we give 5% discounts for floor models since it was so deeply discounted already. Let’s see, I can knock off $67.50.”
“$67.50! That’s what you charged me for shipping!”
“Well, I’m sorry, but that’s the best I can do.”
"Fine. Then I want to return this floor model and have a new one delivered. "
“I checked before I got back on the phone and we’re are all sold out of that chair.”
(boiling) “Really? How convenient. Okay. I’ll keep this one until a new one comes in.”
“Unfortunately, we won’t be getting any new ones in. That frame has been discontinued.”
“Okay, John. Sounds like we’re at an impasse here. I’m going to think about this for a few hours and then I’ll call you back.”
I talked to my husband about it and he said to either get them to knock more off or have them take both chairs back.
I called back but asked for his manager because I wanted him to know that his salesman is dishonest. I relayed the story to him and he said, "Hmm. Really. Hmmm. Well, let me call you back and I’ll see what I can do. " A few minutes later, John (not the manager) calls back and said that they’re going to give me $200 off, take it or leave it. That’s 15%.
I reluctantly agreed, but let me tell you, I’m still pissed about it.
What pisses me off more than anything was that this salesman flat out lied to me. First, I have NO DOUBT that the second I left the store, he wrote out the blue “Hold for PunditLisa” sign and put it on the floor model. The deliverymen just weren’t shrewd enough to remove the tag or I’d have never known. I also have no doubt that John initially claimed my chair was in the showroom because he didn’t think I’d haul my ass into the store to prove him wrong.
Not once did John or his manager offer me an apology of any sort. In fact, John was almost smug to me.
Some people have advised me to have them take them back. I AM half tempted to call and say, “You know, John, I don’t want these chairs because I don’t trust you. Have your deliverymen come out on Wednesday. I’ll call you first thing Wednesday morning to give them a two hour window.”
But then another part of me thinks I’m being ridiculous over two chairs.
So, what do you think? Was 15% off sufficient? Am I just being totally bitchy? Or should I just let it go?