I never return things.
I'm really good at buying items. Not so good at returning them for a refund. If something doesn't work out, I give the item to a friend, or I donate it or I keep it in my closet for a long time, then donate it.
So I was proud of myself when I boxed up two pairs of shoes - one a pair of boots - that had been sitting there FOREVER. Pain in the butt because I had to get the item return number, then I had to get the address to return it to, then I had to wrap up the boots by cutting up a paper bag. Then I had to print out the return number and shove it into the box. Then I had to trek to the post office. None of this is anywhere high on my priority list. It honestly took at least a month. OK, at least two. Maybe more.
I sent it via USPS to the store return place in Ohio. It wasn't pretty, I'm not gonna lie, it was a piecemeal wrapping job, made from two brown paper shopping bags with handles, taped up looking like a 5 year old wrapped it for her mom's Christmas present.
So I sent the damn thing. I saved the receipt. I tracked it via USPS. It took a long time to get to Ohio, but it finally did. So I threw the receipt away. Phew! I did it. I actually returned something.
When I checked the website a few days later, there was no glorious little announcement telling me about my $200 credit.
What the heck?
So I sent them an email.
No, they said. We never received the returns.
I looked around for the receipt. Couldn't find it anywhere. I'm pretty sure I tossed it after I saw that the package was delivered.
I thought about praying to St. Anthony but I need to save that to help with finding my id when I lose it.
Just now, I had the genius idea of checking my web history. I looked it up, did a USPS search and BOOM! there it was.
I emailed them the number and now we will see what happens. Onto the next thing.
Dear St. Anthony, please help me to find my id.
Oh, was that out loud?