My husband bought me a 12-cup coffee maker. It’s a really nice one that you can program to make your coffee for you in the morning.
I was messing with the coffee maker today, trying to set the clock. (I’ve lost the instructions.) Well, I screwed it up somehow, and when I tried to use it to make myself a pot of tea, it wouldn’t work. It just kept flashing 12:00 when I pressed the “on” button.
“Ah,” I thought. “I’ll just call Black & Decker customer service!” I had just ordered a replacement carafe (I dropped the old one) and I knew I had the number somewhere. Of course, I couldn’t find it.
So I called 1-800-555-1212 to get the company’s number. The operator came on the line. “Black and Decker isn’t listed.”
“I know they have a 1-800 number,” I insisted.
“No, they don’t.”
“Uh, yes they do. I just had it a few days ago, but I threw it out.”
“Well, ma’am, they DO have a number, but it’s unlisted.”
Unlisted? WTF? I found the box, and of course, the number’s not on there. But it says “Home Products, Inc,” so I call directory again to get THAT number. They hang up on me. Now I’m getting irritated. I call agian, and finally, the robot-woman gives me the number. I call it, and it turns out to be Sattelite USA. I repeated the number to the woman, and asked if that was the number of her company. “Um . . . .” she said, and just sat there. Finally I thanked her with all the patience I could muster and hung up. “This is bullshit!” I screamed, making my dog jump and knock over a potted plant. “I can’t even get a goddam phone number to call for help!”
I march upstairs, get online, and find the number. Finally! Now we’re getting somewhere, I think, but oh no.
I press four for “help with my kitchen appliance.” I explain to the woman what I did to the coffee maker, and she interrupts me to ask for my name and address. I’m thinking that she’s asking to look up warranty information or some crap like that. But then she says, “Your new coffee maker should be there in seven to ten days.”
“What?” I say. “I don’t WANT a new coffee maker. I just want you to tell me how to fix this one so I can make a cup of tea! All I did was push the wrong buttons and–”
“Well, ma’am,” she cuts in with the logic of the mentally challenged, “If it’s not working, it must be malfunctioning. Thank you, have-a-nice-day.”
I hung up the phone, unplugged the coffee maker went and sat down to fume. About a half an hour later it struck me that I was being beaten by an inanimate object, and I was going to work with the goddam thing until it made me that cup of tea or die in the process.
I plugged it in, and kept hitting “on” over and over, and suddenly, with a little “beep” the light came on, and out spewed my tea. I was so happy.
I’m keeping the new coffee maker, too. I figure I deserve it.
