So I keep getting emails from Wayfair to buy, buy, buy. Thanks, but no.
I guess today's email is their response to Amazon's Big Deal Days. The lamp that I bought about a month ago is on "sale" for a mere $40 more than I paid.
The only "money" I spent today was for three new solar wind chimes to replace the ones that were ruined by leaking Duracell batteries. It wasn't really money, just the balance of an Amazon credit to my account.
I'm not happy with Duracell. Complained and got the standard "bedbug letter" reply. Supposedly merely a legend, but here's a copy of the story:
Did a real event spark off this legend? Possibly. Folklorist Jan Harold Brunvand reported on a 1992 letter from the corresponding secretary of the George Mortimer Pullman Encomium Society in which it was claimed the bed bugging took place on March 4, 1889, to a Mr. Phineas P. Jenkins, a salesman of pig-iron products. After spending a night in the company of far too many bedbugs (which in my book would number "one"), Jenkins penned a note of complaint to George M. Pullman, President of the Pullman Palace Car Company. In return, Jenkins supposedly received a wonderfully detailed and heartfelt apology from Pullman. Its effect was undermined, however, by the enclosure of his original letter, across which Pullman had handwritten "Sarah — Send this S! O! B! the 'bedbug letter.'"