The art of customer service is dead at Masada Leather. It's been a long time since I was spoken down to by a twenty-something year old with an attitude and a sense of authority. Welcome home to Athens. Having purchased this belt at Masada a few years back, I thought I'd drop back in and have another hole punched in it. I have managed to lose 20+ pounds and this, I thought, would be a small victory in itself.
The manager these days is a young man with an air about him that exudes confidence bordering on self-righteousness. I asked him if he could possibly take the time to punch another hole in my belt. "Could I? Or Would I?" he replied. As the son of an English teacher, I'm used to grammatical corrections in my speech. I'm just not used to catching them from someone fifteen years younger than me - let alone someone with whom I am conducting business.
After looking at my belt...let's just call him "Graham"....decided that he should cut a few inches off the buckle-end as opposed to simply punching another hole. This way, the buckle would line up in the middle of the holes as opposed to the very end. "You're the pro" I said, and off came the end of the belt.
Fifteen minutes later he's done and admiring his own handy work. It did look good I must say. However, when I put the belt back on, I had to suck it in a bit to get it to latch...on the first hole. Graham assured me that the belt would stretch out and it would settle in the middle eventually. Not the case. The belt is worn and already stretched. I told Graham of my concerns with the buckle only making it to the first hole. He said to wear it a few days, and let the stretching happen. The store had a few other customers at this point, so I left, hoping that it would somehow miraculously fix itself. No such luck.
A week later I returned to Masada Leather to find Graham, once again, manning the captains stage behind the register. I showed him the belt, and explained that I was not happy with it. If I happen to gain five pounds over the holidays this year, I won't even be able to wear it at all. Plus, it makes me look like I am outgrowing my pants, just the opposite of what I'm going for. Ha Ha - but still a very valid concern in the world of belts, right? Should be. Graham told me that had to consult the owner Irv before he can authorize anything else. Big shot - call your boss please. He takes my name and number and promises to call just as soon as he gets in touch with the owner. This was Thursday the 16th of last week.
Today, Tuesday the 21st, I return to Masada Leather to try and end the saga of my previously loved, worn, leather belt. Again, Graham is manning his post onstage, controlling the action. When he finally got around to acknowledging me, I asked if he remembered my situation with the belt. "Vaguely" with half-closed eyes was the reply. I asked what we were going to do about this. He said that he asked Irv and Irv said no. He then takes the belt and buckles it around a pole in the store and pulls on it hard a couple times; hands it back to me and says try it now. Don't forget folks, the thing is like two INCHES too short now. When it still only fits to the first hole, he begins to bicker with me. "You're the guy that sat right there and watched me fix your belt, and then complained about it". I left for the last time at that point.
So, now I have a $50 belt that is too short, a story about crappy service in a local Athens business, and am saving cash for my next trip to Atlanta so that I can get my belt re-made by a quality leather store. I promise you one thing - I will not shop at Masada Leather anymore. Unless you are looking to pick a fight with a snotty little twenty-something year old punk, I suggest you not either. read more