After Achilles tendinitis darn near ruined my whole summer, I decided a new pair of running shoes were just what the doctor ordered (literally...) to get me motivated to hit the beaten path again.
Much to the boy's chagrin, I drag him to Gurnee Mills. Hahahaha! Ladies, if you and your stubborn guy are having a tiff, simply bring him here. He'll apologize until next Tuesday, so long as you end his GM misery. Just keep that in your back pocket! But I digress, I needed shoes and a slew of work out stores spot this Switzerland-sized mall.
No luck in the first few stores, and then the Nike Factory Outlet looms ahead. Last Sunday before school starts, and the store is still pretty organized, staffers are still helping customers, and merchandise is still a plenty. I choose my running shoes go to bed dreaming of being a size smaller tomorrow.
Well that did not happen, nor did the shoes aide my recovery. In fact, they set me back a few weeks in P.T. Oh no! The policy is 30 day exchanges/returns no questions asked. Thank goodness! I take the shoes back and.... dammit. I forgot my wallet containing my I.D., credit card with purchase on it, everything. Enter my hero, sales manager Maj! (Maaj? Mag?) Like it was zero sweat for him, he took my shoes and info, and told me his work schedule so I could call and read my credit card info to him over the phone to complete the return. As promised, he was there on Monday at 1 p.m. and made the transaction a breeze. I was prepared for some slack from him, I mean let's be serious, I know I would have jeered the customer just a smidge for being so flighty, but he was perfectly professional and make my snafu an easy fix.
I hope I can shop here again soon! Maybe leave the boy at home though, unless he's been bad : ) read more