About three weeks ago, a sponsored post on Facebook caught my eye. A business in East Brisbane called The T-Shirt Mill offering a service where customers could upload their designs and have them digitally printed on t-shirts. I was umm-ing and arr-ing for a few days before deciding to go ahead. Unfortunately, my bank was out of action for maintenance reasons and every time I clicked confirm the payment would be denied.
So I forgot about it.
Two days later the emails came through, asking if I’d still like to go ahead with my shirt, with a discount coupon. Sweet. I was in. So I ran through the purchase process again and was soon counting down the days to have my shirt delivered.
Come Tuesday night – Day 10 – still no t-shirt, so I went to check the status. Awaiting processing. Awww, come on! Anyway, I went back to the home page to find a horrible message. There was a fire in the business next to theirs that day, and theirs had received some damage. Noooo! My “C’mon, where’s my shirt?” turned to “Sooo, do I get my $29 back?” before common sense kicked in, reaching the level of “I hope it wasn’t bad and that everyone was okay. My t-shirt can wait.”
I mean, really, what kind of whinge is gonna fix this? What more can they do than send us an email, make announcement on their home page and keep us updated on their progress on Facebook? Nothing. It’d be a different story if they took the money and ran for it. But yeah, it’ll be great when they’re back in business and I’m going around town, rockin’ my new Dobondobondo t-shirt.
Lastly, I bought a Powerball tick for yesterday’s $70 million jackpot. I didn’t win. I picked all the correct numbers, and the Powerball, but they were all on different lines. No super-early retirement for me, then.