What used to be called ‘mail order’ buying is critical to me because I’m disabled. Very disabled. CFS/Fibromyalgia/Scoliotic Arthritis and more. Forgive me. I never do this. We’ve all got troubles. It’s just to help you understand why it took me so long to get around to finding out how to return this junk to Amazon. When showering is a challenge, the labor of sending back something they told you would work in the first place is less than inviting. But today I felt good enough to bite the bullet only to find it was me that got bitten.

The cut-off for returning this paperweight was last month (purchased in November). Period. Tough guacamole. Any credit for years of business?

Ho Ho Ho. And questions like, Did it ever do anything but sit there? Not interested. Oooooooook.

Amazon’s Plan B was talking to Rajiv in Bombay. I think that’s called salt in a wound.

Back in November, to make real sure, I had a friend listen to it. Someone 30 years younger with ears that have plenty of tread left on them.

She said, ‘Hmmm. I think I hear something far, far away.’ The volume was maxed-out.

OK. I know. I’m not being sporting at all about this. So, I’m disabled and doing anything (if I remember it, first) is exhausting and painful. Life’s tough and that’s how the cookie crumbles. I guess it’s the ‘No Exceptions’ thing that rubs me raw. And all that business I sent their way. AND a product that wasn’t just lame. It was INERT. And something like twenty bucks. ouch.

That’s enough opera, I suppose. It’s only the lemon YOU get that really makes you pucker.

I just wouldn’t buy one if I worked for my money. And you might look at that Return Policy some time. YOU pay the frieght; purchase price is discounted … by them. Now I’ll put the violin away.
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