Friday, May 28, 2021

If It Looks Too Good to be True...

An old truism the Captain was taught while just a powder monkey goes like this:

“If it looks too good to be true, it probably is!”

So yesterday in the mail the Captain received a sale flyer from a local car dealership. 


My first inclination was to throw it into the trash with all the other unsolicited mail we receive each day.

Captain’s Note: Yes, I’m looking at you, Viking Cruises! Seriously, it was six years ago we took that trip and you’ve sent us a catalog every day since! We even moved to a new address, but you still found us!

That evening the First Mate discovered the sale flyer laying on the table and decided to check it out.

From across the room I heard a fake, “Woohoo! I won $5,000!”

Now mateys, if the First Mate is cynical, the Captain is more so. And this was one of those times to be cynical.

The First Mate showed me the pull-tabs.

True, it revealed that she had matched three hotels, which meant she won $5,000, right?

“Chances of winning 1-in-60,000!”

Now Mates, the Captain is not a lucky man.

The luckiest I ever got was when the First Mate agreed to marry me!

So we began reading the ad, searching for the “hook”. 


There were asterisks everywhere!

The “fine print” declared, “No Purchase Necessary”, so it wasn’t simply about winning $5,000 toward the purchase of a new car.


The Captain was curious to see how this was going to play out.

The promotion began today, so I decided to stop by the dealership and see what the hook was.

A salesman greeted me as I pulled up.

He saw the flyer in my hand and invited me inside to have a seat at a table.

I smiled as I entered the building, seeing several other people seated at tables with the same sales flyer in hand.

Captain’s Note: There are not THAT many people in my small town for so many to win with 1-in-60,000 odds.

The salesman produced a “Registration Survey” form that he needed to fill out.

You know… so I could claim my “prize”.

He launched into a spiel about their line of vehicles.


I stopped him right there.

I’m not here to buy a car. Your flyer said I won $5,000 so I came to collect my prize.

“You’re not interested even if I give you $5,000?”

The Captain’s face gave him his answer.

He marked “Not looking” on the survey form.

But still, he wanted me to sign under a line that read, “I hereby authorize dealer to obtain credit information to expedite my purchase and to see if I qualify for any special programs.”

I again assured him I was not there to buy a vehicle, but for the sake of collecting my prize I took the pen and scratched out the part about “obtain credit information to expedite my purchase”.

Then I signed it.

So, where is my $5,000?

“No,” he explained, “while you did win a ‘prize’, it may not be $5,000.”


But the flyer says I won $5,000!

“Do you want to speak to my sales manager?”

Why? Does he have my money?

“Sir, the flyer says, ‘You win!’, but you win one of these prizes…”

“It all depends on the ‘Confirmation Code’.”


The Captain argued a little longer, accusing him of everything from this being a switch-and-bait to election fraud (it worked for Trumpf, right?) to knowing the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa's body...  

...knowing full well I wasn’t going to collect my $5,000.

Might as well waste his time, since he wasted mine.

Finally, he took me over to “The Prize Board”!

To no one’s surprise, my Confirmation Code did not match any of the big prizes.

Which means I would only receive the $100 in gift cards.

“Payable within 45 days… not responsible for lost or stolen…”

O hell no!

$100 in gift cards (to what?) that may or may not be delivered to me in the next 45 days is not worth letting you have my phone number and personal information! 

I snatched the sales flyer and Registration Survey from his hand and left.

Mateys, I don’t normally call out businesses for their bad behavior, but if you’re looking to buy a car, I wouldn’t advise going to Royal Oaks Chevrolet / Cadillac.

Here's another thing I learned as a lad: 

"If you can’t be trusted in small things – like a sales promotion – how can I trust you with big thingslike the purchase of a Cadillac?

Captain’s Note: I am a Ford man myself.

Captain’s Note #2: Yes, before you load the canon, let me just say I understand the salesman was just doing his job. But car sales is a crappy job! 

He should quit and go to work for someone with some integrity.

 


 

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

It Blew

“And it rained, nothing really new. 

And it blew, seen all that before.

And it poured, the Earth began to strain,

Pontchartrain, leaking through the door,

Tides at war.”

 That’s the chorus from a Jimmy Buffett song, written as a tribute to the 2005 Hurricane Katrina that put New Orleans under water.

It’s a chorus that played on a loop throughout the Captain’s brain last week as we tried to enjoy a long-awaited beach vacation.

Having endured more than a year of lock-down due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the Captain was getting itchy.

I needed a vacation!

No.

I NEEDED A VACATION!

With the Captain and First Mate fully vaccinated, we felt the time was right.

I sat down to book a week at Margaritaville Hotel in Pensacola Beach.

We’d been there in 2013. I’ve written here before about the hotel’s attention to details.

Memories of our previous trip there in the month of April – during which it was cold and rainy – reminded me to book a later date.

Mid-May looked better.

It was then I discovered that the hotel had been damaged in a hurricane that struck Pensacola in September 2020; it was still being restored.

The week we chose was the first week open after the renovations.

Now, I knew there would be problems.

The hotel was still operating under COVID restrictions, despite it being in Florida. 


 The Captain could live with that.

In fact, I appreciated it.

And Landshark Landing, the little bar next door, was not yet rebuilt.

Disappointing, but there were other opportunities for procuring alcohol.


It’s Margaritaville, after all!

And so we headed out.

The long-range forecast originally called for rain all week. But as the dates approached, the forecast was amended to partly cloudy.

What we didn’t pay attention to in that forecast was the wind.


 “…and it blew…”

All.Week.Long.

We battled 20-25 mile per hour winds from the day we arrived to the morning we left.

There was no peaceful laying out on the beach.

More like dermabrasion!

There was no playfully splashing in the surf.

The red flags were out, warning of riptides!

And on two occasions we found a Portuguese Man O’ War washed up on the shore!


No thank you!

Captain’s Note: Google it if you don’t know what it is.

“…and it blew…”

Throughout the week, we would look at one another and say, “At least it’s not a hurricane!”

In addition, the bridge to Pensacola was washed out during the September 2020 hurricane; it is scheduled to re-open this Summer. To go the simple 15 minutes across the bay to Pensacola required a one-hour detour.

We did not cross the bay.

But we endured. 

Read books on the hotel balcony. 

Worked jigsaw puzzles. 

Ate well. 

Relaxed.

Mission accomplished.

“Breathe in, breathe out, move on…”

I bought a coffee mug with those lyrics on it to remind me of our vacation.

It will sit on my desk as a reminder to all about how to deal with life’s little problems:

“According to my watch, the time is now,
Past is dead and gone.
Don't try to explain it, just bow your head,
Breathe in, breathe out, move on.”

This morning the Captain filled out a survey sent from the hotel.

Captain’s Note: Don’t ask if you don’t want my opinion!

“Will you be returning to Margaritaville Hotel?”

Absolutely!