I just thought you may be interested in the next installment of the fuchsia x-trainers saga.
I never heard from the friggin postal douches, so I called them Tuesday. The shoes are definitely lost. I should check Craigslist and Kijiji - I bet someone's making some money off them. Assholes.
So the postal douches said they've contacted Adidas and they're waiting to receive the paperwork. [Subtext: Now it's Adidas fault.]
The postal douches told me to call Adidas. Me?! You call them! Or they should call me! I PAID for those shoes you effers! I want my shoes!
So I called Adidas but they weren't open. Dick pickles. The voicemail said I could leave a message, so I did. A very gentle message including all the pertinent information and a request for a return call the following day. I'm very reasonable and polite. Believe it.
Wednesday came and went without a call from Adidas. WELL KNOCK ME DOWN AND CALL ME CHRISTMAS. What a surprise.
So I just called the effers and told them the whole story - about how the postal douches lost my shoes, and how I don't care about a refund - I JUST WANT MY SHOES.
Me: "They told me I should call you."
Adidas: "Why should you call us? They should deal with it."
Me: "Well, they are dealing with it. But I don't care that you have to send them 'paperwork', and then they have to send the money to you, and then you have to send the money to me. I don't need money - I JUST WANT MY SHOES."
Adidas: "Oh. Ok. Well, I'll refund you the money and you can order them again."
Me: *giant sigh* "Why didn't you just do that in the first place? I have to say, I'm annoyed with you. When you found out the shoes got lost, shouldn't you call me and fix it? I know Adidas doesn't care about me or the 100 bucks, but I JUST WANT MY SHOES."
He claimed Adidas does care about me [Subtext: Don't freak out, lady] and he gave me 20 percent off. Fair enough.
So I ordered the shoes again and they better effing be on my front step in a few days or I'M GONNA LOSE IT.