I say "Lay off the sauce!"

Oh alright~ here's her foot's new addy
stinkyfeet@clothespin.com

Rough day today, I've decided to abort the entire bot foot project with the current gaggle of jackals and start from scratch elsewhere. As I prepared to drive a huge (to me) check up to the office, I prayed for clarity and confirmation that this is the right thing for me. I asked God to make it abundantly clear to me if I were making a mistake and He came through in spades.

Here is the condensed version of events. I was given a verbal deal of $5500 for an outright purchase of the unit as opposed to the "actual" price of $6250. I was so enamored with how the unit works for me, I figured it was best to go for it and save the $750. So, I went up to the office, paid the $5500, had receipt in hand and before leaving, decided to inspect the cool, recumbent hand-pedal trikes they have on the floor. As I was turning to leave, Jerry suddenly called me into an office and informed me that he had made a mistake.

Suddenly, the price was back up to the $6250, apologies (not from him who is never mistaken), it was all Bioness's fault and he's really sorry, but blah blah blah. Now, to me, a deal is a deal, it was sealed when I signed. Things must be different in their world. My money was given back to me and before I even got finished signing the refund receipt, my vision had begun to fail me. By the time I made it to the car, I could see only the legs moving on the playground next door.

I had to sit there and wait for my eyes as I tried to calm myself down. I can't describe the profound hurt and disappointment and anger and frustration that exploded inside me. After sitting there for 20 numb, emotionally-charged minutes, I called Earl who was good enough to let me blow my stack and he talked me down enough to at least get out of the meltdown. My eyes weren't ready so I sat and waited a bit longer.

After another 20 minutes, the president of the PT group came out to my car with sky-high apologies and swore to high heaven that he will honor the original deal. Mind you, I'm still pretty upset, so I told him I'd call on Monday. My eyes were getting a little better by then and I felt like it would be only a few more minutes when one of the desk gals came out to the car and informed me with a billion excuses that the price is now higher, but only $5700 this time.

I felt like a teenager with a wad of cash in a used car lot. "You can come back in and pay it right now, it will be here just like we promised...." "When you feel a little better, just stop back in and we'll fix you right up..." I came home and took a nap.

They called, I did not answer.

There is a lot more detail to the story but the bottom line is that they were using me as their guinea pig and they don't really know what they're doing. The other big issue is the sales rep who is actually a highly trained PT whose gifts are not in communication, customer service, or sales.

When all of this was happening, I felt that God had given me a definite "NO" on this unit and the thought of losing this opportunity completely crushed and wrecked me. I don't know right now what I'll do next but my heart wants to believe, at least for the weekend, that going with the bigger name in town will make it right— that what I think was a "NO" was just, instead, a "NOT WITH THESE IDIOTS".

It's a tremendously powerless feeling when the carrot of mobility is dangled just beyond my reach.

Sorry to be a whiner, it's really not my style.

Cindy, I am so sorry.

I will pray that God is saying it's ok, but not with these idiots.

Tomorrow will be a better day..

I don't even know what to say. I do hope it will work out with the other guys, though. Dammit they knew how much that thing meant to you and they just screwed with your heart and your check book. Not cool at all!!!

((((cindy))))

i'm so sorry. i feel so bad for you.
however, i'm glad God saw fit to show you the way and how these people were manipulating you. they seem like shiesters.

i'd call the press on them.

please rest this wk/e. i'm glad you got home ok.

This is so wrong in so many ways I cannot even begin to stop spitting and list them.

I am glad that you called on prayer before you went, and got your answer, even IF it was like being hit with a Louisville Slugger. That part sucks, but an answer it was and its time to look in a different direction for the prize.

Rest and start out anew tomorrow.

Let me know if you need a new bat for your dancing and dining pleasure when you get back to swinging speed!

I'm so sorry AMN. If I lived close I'd go over there and rip them a new one.

Thanks, guys.

After a ton of sleep and some angered meltdowns, I think it was a real answer to prayer that this was the wrong thing for me to do. It may just be "not with these idiots" yet, but if it's meant to be for me, I believe it will happen in due course.

This group has lost my trust and faith and even if they offered to give it to me for nothing, I would refuse the offer from them.

In hindsight, I have been uncomfortable with this Jerry guy from the start and the warnings were probably out there. The real pain I was feeling in all this is the fear that God is saying a final "no" on this.

I won't be brooding over it for the weekend and will see if my doctor will set me up to go elsewhere and start from scratch.

In the meantime, I might go to the flea market to buy a plaid sports jacket for Jerry.

Thanks, I really appreciate the support from all of you!

Oh Cindy, I am so sorry. But, you have the right frame of mind - God was answering your request. Don't give up as I know you won't!