If there is a song about signs, there should be one about policies. Maybe there is one but I just haven't heard it yet. If there isn't one, maybe I'll write it.
This is what Wikipedia has to say about the meaning of the word 'policy': A policy is typically described as a principle or rule to guide decisions and achieve rational outcome(s).
If there's one thing I find more repugnant than month-old summertime garbage, it's irrational, inconsistent, or insensible policies.
Today I had near run-in with a policy enforcement officer. I wanted to return a bra. It had been purchased, brought home, and tried on. It fit, the price tag was cut off, it was worn....for half a day. One of the bra straps had a metal detail on the front of it which sported the brand name. The metal attachment, in time, proved to be an uncomfortable feature.
The cashier informed me that, "It is store policy to not accept returns of bras that have been worn...for health reasons." So tell me, what is the difference between trying on a bra in the store, and bringing it home and wearing it for a couple of hours and returning it when discovering that it is, in a way, defective? What if a woman tries out a new bra in the store's fitting room and tries on 10 different outfits while giving that bra a test-drive? In any of these scenarios the bra is worn against potentially sweaty skin. I guess the store's fitting room has a magical, invisible, omnipresent disinfectant?!?!
Fortunately the policy enforcement officer was in an amiable mood and decided to over-rule the policy, "Just this ONE time." Is there a policy in place to protect shoppers "for health reasons" or isn't there? I've come to realize that a policy is just as flexible (or inflexible as the case may be) as the person behind the desk.
Tuesday 24 May 2011
Tuesday 3 May 2011
The Royally Wet Wedding
With the Royal Wedding past but still the topic of much discussion, I thought it would be an appropriate time to share the story of my grandmother's wedding. Although my grandparent's wedding was not televised, the total cost of the wedding wasn't in the millions, and the guest list was not comprised of royalty and celebrities, it was a memorable day nonetheless....
Grandmother had stayed the night at her eldest sister's apartment so as to be closer to the church where the ceremony was to take place. The day of the wedding, it was raining and the apartment was dark. She was getting into her dress when she finally asked her sister why the place was so dark. Her sister, who is usually calm, collected and organized, replied in a frantic tone that the electricity had gone out.
Grandma claims that she didn't look at herself in the mirror even once before heading to the church. After all, it was too dark to see herself properly!
On her way to the church (which was a very slow drive with the driving wind and incessant rain) she realized that she had forgotten to put on the necklace that her fiancee had given her for the wedding. Her friend, and driver, turned around and went back for the necklace. Between the necklace retrieval and the weather, she was quite late.
Meanwhile, my grandfather was driving through very deep puddles and heavy rain when a police officer on a motorcycle pulled up beside him. "WHERE are you going in THIS WEATHER???" the officer demanded. "I'm getting married," replied my grandfather. "Follow me!" commanded the policeman, and he proceeded to escort my grandfather to the church!
Much to grandfather's relief, his bride finally arrived at the church. He told her that she looked beautiful and that he had feared he would never see her again because the weather was so horrendous. Many of the guests didn't make it to the wedding because of the inclement weather. What kind of rain storm keeps people from attending a wedding you ask? HURRICANE HAZEL!!! (October 15th, 1954) http://www.hurricanehazel.ca/
They say rain on your wedding day is good luck....how about a hurricane??
My grandparents were happily married for 15 years until my grandfather passed away.
One of my aunts noted that my grandmother's wedding dress was much like Kate Middleton's. The top of it was lace with a v-neck.
Grandmother had stayed the night at her eldest sister's apartment so as to be closer to the church where the ceremony was to take place. The day of the wedding, it was raining and the apartment was dark. She was getting into her dress when she finally asked her sister why the place was so dark. Her sister, who is usually calm, collected and organized, replied in a frantic tone that the electricity had gone out.
Grandma claims that she didn't look at herself in the mirror even once before heading to the church. After all, it was too dark to see herself properly!
On her way to the church (which was a very slow drive with the driving wind and incessant rain) she realized that she had forgotten to put on the necklace that her fiancee had given her for the wedding. Her friend, and driver, turned around and went back for the necklace. Between the necklace retrieval and the weather, she was quite late.
Meanwhile, my grandfather was driving through very deep puddles and heavy rain when a police officer on a motorcycle pulled up beside him. "WHERE are you going in THIS WEATHER???" the officer demanded. "I'm getting married," replied my grandfather. "Follow me!" commanded the policeman, and he proceeded to escort my grandfather to the church!
Much to grandfather's relief, his bride finally arrived at the church. He told her that she looked beautiful and that he had feared he would never see her again because the weather was so horrendous. Many of the guests didn't make it to the wedding because of the inclement weather. What kind of rain storm keeps people from attending a wedding you ask? HURRICANE HAZEL!!! (October 15th, 1954) http://www.hurricanehazel.ca/
They say rain on your wedding day is good luck....how about a hurricane??
My grandparents were happily married for 15 years until my grandfather passed away.
One of my aunts noted that my grandmother's wedding dress was much like Kate Middleton's. The top of it was lace with a v-neck.
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