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There are definitely cases where it is the best outcome for all concerned, including the decedent.Are congratudolences in order?
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There are definitely cases where it is the best outcome for all concerned, including the decedent.Are congratudolences in order?
Thanks for the advice. I called the 1-800 number this morning to complain and got the same promise of an overnight delivery. Unfortunately, the choice of delivery service is up to the warehouse and I could be in the same situation next week. If that happens, the next step is to go to Twitter and call @Nespresso and @NespressoUSA out. That generally gets a corporation's attention really quickly.I am livid when I see Nespresso ships via that 3rd rate carrier. One of my recent orders got hung up in transit so on day 5-6 I got on their chat service to complain. They asked what I wanted and I said ship another order at no charge overnight and they obliged. The original order arrived a week later.
My normal order is 20 sleeves so it was a free 2 months of coffee. Given the amount I’ve spent in the last 10 years it’s the least they could do. So they know it sucks. If you are a regular/long term customer they’ll bend over backwards to keep you on the teat.
The plot from Insidious centers around a family and their son, whose imaginary friend turns out to be not so imaginary.Say what now?
This is the healthiest way to look at it, I think, especially now. Maybe I'm naïve, but I think people usually are doing the best they can under their particular circumstances. Hope all involved can find peace now.MIL died, quietly in her sleep. She was a difficult woman whose selfish choices cost her daughters a lot of heartache (and money). Won't put it all on her as think she was an undiagnosed/unacknowledged schizophrenic who went looking for something to help account for her problematic engagement with reality. Anyway, RIP and good luck in the Blue Dimensions.
But you don't get the samples or limited editionsScrew Nespresso. I saved a trip to the Boutique by placing an Amazon order for delivery this afternoon. God bless Jeff Bezos.
There are definitely cases where it is the best outcome for all concerned, including the decedent.
You want a joke? Look in the mirror.Tell us a joak Ed and if there are many, make it a set.
I gave your sister **** for getting stuck in an appliance and under the bed.My imaginary friend (Maurice) moved to California.
My parents and sister used to give me **** in preschool ("how's your imaginary friend doing?" "Remember when you had an imaginary friend?") about him.
A crazy bull riding friend of mine used to get drunk and climb up on barstool and recite this for everyone there. Nobody quite knew why Kenny was so attached to this because he was as coonass as they come but bullriders........I bought Steve Earle’s tribute album to Guy Clarke. Desperadoes Waiting For A Train is hitting different today. Living in this ******* dusty ass town again for a few months. Hearing a song written by a man from Monahans sing about the tough, mean bastards that scratched a life out here. We all ate the same ******* dust. His mean old bastard happened to love him.
That song always reminds me of my grandfather. He was a wire line truck operator his entire life until he retired. He raised a company man. West Texas flattens everything around it. It flattens men until you’re just like everyone and everything around you. Sometimes I think the up and down of the pump jacks are just countless hammer blows on an anvil for everything around them.
My grandfather was a tough bastard raised by a man named Fritz who fought through Europe in a wolverine tank destroyer. His brother spent his entire life in the prison system. My grandfather went to A&M when it was non-gender integrated and segregated. He was on track to be an army officer, but got his future wife pregnant. That was that for his chance at college and the army. I still laugh at the army being a way out and chance at a better life.
I went to A&M and I did the corps. I did well in the corps. My senior year I came home for a break in school. My grandfather’s health had always been precarious. He rolled his own cigarettes in mass and smoked them that way too. He was finally dying. He was bed ridden and on oxygen. In fact he tried to use a welder’s bottle of oxygen instead of the one the hospital gave him because it was cheaper. I took my brother out there to see him one last time before he died.
The man was in bad shape, yellow, shallow of breath, he was clearly dying. I sat next to his bed side to chat with him one last time. We held hands and he looked at my class ring. He asked if he could wear it since he never earned his. Of course I would oblige his dying wish. He held it up on his finger and looked at me. He said “I never thought you’d make it through” there wasn’t pride on his face or happiness. I looked at him and I said “Well I did and that’s my ring you’re wearing” I think back sometimes and think **** that bitter old man. I pity him at times. I don’t think he knew any better. I’m also not sure this place gave him much of a chance.
Suggestion for the eventual audiobook narrator:I bought Steve Earle’s tribute album to Guy Clarke. Desperadoes Waiting For A Train is hitting different today. Living in this ******* dusty ass town again for a few months. Hearing a song written by a man from Monahans sing about the tough, mean bastards that scratched a life out here. We all ate the same ******* dust. His mean old bastard happened to love him.
That song always reminds me of my grandfather. He was a wire line truck operator his entire life until he retired. He raised a company man. West Texas flattens everything around it. It flattens men until you’re just like everyone and everything around you. Sometimes I think the up and down of the pump jacks are just countless hammer blows on an anvil for everything around them.
My grandfather was a tough bastard raised by a man named Fritz who fought through Europe in a wolverine tank destroyer. His brother spent his entire life in the prison system. My grandfather went to A&M when it was non-gender integrated and segregated. He was on track to be an army officer, but got his future wife pregnant. That was that for his chance at college and the army. I still laugh at the army being a way out and chance at a better life.
I went to A&M and I did the corps. I did well in the corps. My senior year I came home for a break in school. My grandfather’s health had always been precarious. He rolled his own cigarettes in mass and smoked them that way too. He was finally dying. He was bed ridden and on oxygen. In fact he tried to use a welder’s bottle of oxygen instead of the one the hospital gave him because it was cheaper. I took my brother out there to see him one last time before he died.
The man was in bad shape, yellow, shallow of breath, he was clearly dying. I sat next to his bed side to chat with him one last time. We held hands and he looked at my class ring. He asked if he could wear it since he never earned his. Of course I would oblige his dying wish. He held it up on his finger and looked at me. He said “I never thought you’d make it through” there wasn’t pride on his face or happiness. I looked at him and I said “Well I did and that’s my ring you’re wearing” I think back sometimes and think **** that bitter old man. I pity him at times. I don’t think he knew any better. I’m also not sure this place gave him much of a chance.
Same thing happened for me. I complained on Saturday and a customer rep had a replacement order sent out overnight. That shipment arrived a few hour ago. Then my original order arrived a few minutes ago. I feel a little bit guilty that I received 24 sleeves for the price of 12, but I figure Nespresso makes several billion dollars a year. What's the cost of 12 sleeves to make a long-time customer happy?I am livid when I see Nespresso ships via that 3rd rate carrier. One of my recent orders got hung up in transit so on day 5-6 I got on their chat service to complain. They asked what I wanted and I said ship another order at no charge overnight and they obliged. The original order arrived a week later.
My normal order is 20 sleeves so it was a free 2 months of coffee. Given the amount I’ve spent in the last 10 years it’s the least they could do. So they know it sucks. If you are a regular/long term customer they’ll bend over backwards to keep you on the teat.
Same thing happened for me. I complained on Saturday and a customer rep had a replacement order sent out overnight. That shipment arrived a few hour ago. Then my original order arrived a few minutes ago. I feel a little bit guilty that I received 24 sleeves for the price of 12, but I figure Nespresso makes several billion dollars a year. What's the cost of 12 sleeves to make a long-time customer happy?
lol.I have a $50 Krups that works just fine.