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The Downfall of Customer Service

Customer service sucks.

For this generation, this isn’t anything new.  This is more or less a friendly reminder.

So I am in the market for the iPhone 5.  I visited my local Apple store at North Avenue today.  I knew it might be a longshot to even purchase one, but I was having a good morning.  Naturally they were sold out.  Shocker.  I then asked the Genius Bar employee if she could help me locate the iPhone 5 at a different Apple store.

“No, we can’t help you with that, but you can call the Apple store at Michigan Avenue or the AT&T store.  I think it’s the one on Division,” she says very politely.

Ok.  Fine.  I don’t have a problem with doing the leg work on my own.  I enjoy research.  But when did this happen?  When did store employees stop helping you locate your product?  Isn’t that a part of their jobs – to actually assist you?

At least she was polite.  It was a lot better than the response I was given from the Genius Bar employee at the Apple Store in Skokie.  I asked if they had any new iPhones in stock.  I was told yes.  I then asked how many they had left.  I wasn’t trying to be difficult.  I just wondered if I should make the 20 minute trek to Skokie.  If they only had one or two phones, I don’t think I would have.  It didn’t matter.  Here’s the rude and terse response I was given:

“I just don’t know many we have in stock.”

Well, I just don’t think I’ll be shopping at your store.  Or to quote the great George Costanza, “The jerk store called, they’re running out of you!”

Needless to say, there is hope.  After calling two AT&T stores with short responses and no help, I finally found an employee willing to go the extra mile.  An employee at the AT&T store at 1730 W. Fullerton told me they, like everyone else, are out of stock with the iPhone.  However, he checked in his computer and found that the AT&T store on Michigan Avenue had two phones left.  I was saved!

Except for that whole Chicago Marathon thing.  So we drove downtown during the middle of the Chicago Marathon.  We took the expressway and hopped off at Ohio, thinking we could avoid the marathon.  Not so much.  We ran into the closure of Lasalle Street and that was that.

This story does not exactly have a happy ending.  No iPhone 5 for me just yet.  There is a silver lining though.  Good customer service – no matter how poor it can be – is not dead.  Thank you, nice AT&T guy at the Fullerton store, for giving us a little hope.

O-lé, Olé, Olé, Olé

Alright, already.  I’ve heard enough your damn song. I get it.  The Euros won the Ryder Cup.

It was the most magical sporting event I’ve ever been too, and I wasn’t even there on Sunday.  I did make it there Saturday though.  The last time I felt that electricity in a venue was the 2009 Winter Classic at Wrigley Field.  Whether it was pumping up Bubba on the first tee, yelling “War Eagle” on every Dufner tee shot, or watching the great Ian Poulter hole putt after putt, it was pretty special.  It helps that Medinah Country Club was in pristine condition.  When Davis Love III demanded the rough be cut, we all knew the Ryder Cup would become a birdie-fest.  Right, we were.  The conditions were way easier than when I played in June.  That’s a different story for a different day. 

However, the day that we will all remember – and that anyone is talking about – is Sunday.  It’s easy to second guess DLIII.  I have.  Tiger Woods should not have been the 12th man.  We learned that lesson in 2002 at the Belfry.  But that’s not why the Americans lost.  Not playing Phil and Keegan on Saturday afternoon is also not why the Americans lost.  Maybe Furyk and Stricker weren’t the best captains picks?  But that’s not the main reason either.

The Euros played better on Sunday.  That’s it.  That’s the only reason.

Each line up was front-loaded.  The Euro lineup a little more front-loaded than the Americans, but that didn’t matter much.  In the end, Donald, Rose, McIlroy, and Poulter closed strong.  Bubba, Webb, Keegan, and Phil did not. That was it.  Ballgame.

Even the hottest golfer on the planet, Brandt Snedeker, got pasted by Paul Lawrie.

Even Lee Westwood, who was the worst Euro golfer this past weekend, earned a singles win.

The Euros just played better when it mattered.  Period.  I’m just sad that it happened on my home turf.  It was the worst case scenario on what was arguably one of our best weekends.  And one of my best weekends too. 

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