Crime and Consumerism.... and Consulting!

I feel like I've exhibited a trend in writing about crime and consumerism. But, I can't stop.
So, from all the consumerism sagas, what was the end result you ask?

• I wrote to Chipotle because they overcharged me for a salad, and they actually responded... with a "burrito buck."
• The "supervisor" at Potbelly called me and gave me a bogus answer about their nutritional information. Basically, they said that because each sandwich artist makes milkshakes from scratch, that each one has a different calorie count. And, that they aren't a huge multinational like McDonald's, which does not allow them to determine this info. They also say that they need to be careful because people may have allergies. I was incensed by these answers, but then realized that they don't really matter in the large scheme of things.
• Maggie Moo's and Baja Fresh never wrote back.

Am I an old Jewish grandfather?

• Then, I had a new, really crap situation (kind of like last year's with Overstock) with my washer-dryer, that my landlord ordered -- from US Appliance. I waited for it all day last Monday. They showed up an hour later than the end of their quoted time frame, and tried to leave it ON THE CURB! They refused to bring it up. I got a little Ricki Lake on the delivery man (who I should have off the record offered money to, to take it upstairs) and they took it back. My landlord had to come here from NY to receive it.

In sum, these companies suck. Is France better in this regard? Gosh I love the idea of France.

Speaking of Rikki Lake, my mom was in town this weekend. We continued work on Sarah's lovely apartment. We went to the Home Depot shopping center in Eckington and, let me tell you, this place is kooky!

Warning -- more consumer talk: First, we went to Home Depot. My mom and I tried to wave at these little babies and the mother flashed my ma and I the evil eye. Then, we tried to engage a person to purchase thousands of dollars of plantation shutters, and they basically ignored us. Then, I asked a person next to the washers/dryers if they could install it and the salesperson said, "you should ask someone else." Ricockulous!

Then, Sarah and I went across the street to AJ Wright, a cheaper Marshalls. Sarah waited on line for about 30 minutes. Meanwhile, all this stuff happened.

• I sat next to this little 7 year old who asked me a million questions about whether I liked candy, and then she showed me all the features on her cell phone.
• Then, her mother whacked her brother so hard that the wind got knocked out of him.
• Then, I hear a salesman yell "AMIGO" and run outside to catch a hella drunkard who is wearing a shirt he stole with the security ink tag still on. They negotiated, the clerk unleashed ink on him, and he walked away.
• Then, someone came up to the kid sitting next to me and said "I have bad news, __________ is in jail again." They were all annoyed.
• Then, Sarah and I traversed the hot parking lot. We transported some mums to her car, and she closed the door. Lo and behold, 15 minutes after the ink unleashing, drunk-as-a-skunk "AMIGO" aggressively walked up to our car, tried to open the door, and smooshed his face against Sarah's window. We drove away.
  
  Anyway, I have a cold. That sucks. The absolute worst part about being an adult is that nobody cares when you are sick, and half the time people don't believe you.
  
  I consulted this morning. I can't believe I am a consultant. It makes me feel very special. And, I am working for this hella cool organization that I totally believe in. And, they recruited me for a full-time position, but I could not live where their headquarters are location. Heck no. But, this organization's constituents, to whom I presented today, were the coolest cats ever. And, I feel like the homecoming king (or better) because they embraced me.