Dear Exclusive Company, You suck.
After our fabulous band concert today, my mother gave me all the mail I've accumulated this week (which was a lot, weird). The first thing I saw was a postcard from the Exclusive Company (a wonderful CD store chain that I frequent at home, especially the one on Farwell & Brady...). The last time I was at Exclusive, I special-ordered a Stravinsky CD (Le Baiser de la Fee). They told me they would send me a postcard when it came in, and so I waited around for said CD to get in. And waited, and waited, and waited. It occured to me somewhat recently that I still didn't have the CD, so I had planned to go to Exclusive sometime in the beginning of summer to figure out what was up. But no, I got the postcard today, saying "Sorry, We can not fill your order." What??? It took them, what, six months??? HELLO! That was October! This is April. Rar. Oh well, guess I'm going to have to order it online. Rats. :)
- posted by L. @ 6:38 PM