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Dear Local Paper

Dear Podunk Paper,

I am your average reader.  I am a mom of teenagers, an unemployed teacher, and a couponer.

I am writing this letter because this week, for the sixth week in a row, your paper was missing coupon inserts.

Now, this might not matter to you, but it does to every person who relies on these coupons.  It is the only way many of us can afford to eat these days.

I have tried different strategies to avert this issue.  I’ve bought my papers from Walmart, Books a Million, and even your own office…all to no avail.

Last week, I visited your office and met with a supervisor of some sort, and I felt like he listened.  I mean, he took notes and even wrote down my email address and phone number, promising to have someone call me.

Nobody did.

I didn’t worry though.  I am an optimistic person.  I figured that the next week’s paper would have my coupons.

Someone somewhere laughed at my naiveté.

I missed buying the paper yesterday, so I figured, “No problem.  I’ll go to Podunk Paper’s office and buy direct, even though I’ll be paying more because I’m not using my frequent buyer card at Books a Million.”

I wrote my $3.00 check and walked back to my car where, thank goodness, I rifled through it.

Guess what?

NO INSERTS!!  I mean, there was only one Red Plum this week, so you’d think it wouldn’t be too much trouble to stick it in.

But noooooooooo.

I marched myself, two papers in hand, back inside, where I demanded my money back and asked to speak with a manager.

I will say that I felt bad for the woman.  She had no idea what she was in for.

When she appeared in the waiting area, I warned her that the fury I was about to unleash was not directed at her personally but at your company’s business policies.

And then I vented.

Why, pray tell, would you only guarantee coupons to home subscribers?  Sure, you have their business already.  Their checks have already been deposited.  Do you not realize that every paper you sell has the potential to be the means by which you secure another subscriber?

You state on the front of your paper that there are $X.XX worth of coupons inside.  I don’t think there is a disclaimer under saying it applies only to home subscribers.

Now, let me ask you something.

When you buy a box of cookies or a bag of chips at the store, don’t you expect to get the amount stated on the packaging?  If you were jipped, wouldn’t you return it or complain to management?

Sure you would.

Why?

Because you’re not getting what you paid for.

Now, I realize that I’m not versed in company coupon policies, but one would think that a call to RedPlum and SmartSource would be in order.  For heaven’s sake…tell these companies that you need more inserts.

You need to have enough inserts to cover every paper you print.

Period.

Each person who buys an issue should receive the same items in said paper.

Period.

It doesn’t take an MBA to know that this is sound business policy.

Now, let me tell you.  I may be unemployed, and my unemployment benefits may have just been cut, but I’ll be darned if I’m not going to figure out a way to squeeze out enough money to get the Atlanta or Jacksonville paper delivered to my home.

You see, I know that 1) I’ll get more coupons per insert and 2) each issue will contain everything promised on the front.

Why?

Because I’ve purchased papers from gas stations in these cities and never once not gotten what I was supposed to.

These papers know how to do business properly.

With circulation numbers being down, one would think you would take steps to improve them.

I can promise you one thing.  I will tell every single person I encounter not to buy your paper because they cannot be sure what they will be getting.

First it will be the inserts, and then it will be something else.

After my venting session, your representative went to the back in search of the insert I wanted.  After 30 minutes, she emerged with one.  I sent her back to find the second copy I had originally requested.

When she came back with it, she warned me that I could expect to have this problem every week.

“Wanna bet?” I said.

I told her that I will not be buying more of these papers.  I’d be willing to forgo chocolate (did I really just say this) to cough up the dough for two out-of-town papers.

Truly, you’ve done yourself a disservice.  I will eventually find a better-paying job.  I would have subscribed to home delivery of your paper.

Not now.

Thanks for giving me the push I needed.  I know that the savings I’m going to enjoy from other papers will make the aggravation of today worthwhile.

Your’s Truly,

AuburnChick

A Little Courtesy, Please

Ok all…I’m about to vent, and then I’ll change my “Thanks, Not Cranks” bracelet over to the left arm.

Now, I’m all about Sundays.  God instructed us to observe the Sabbath, and I do try hard to.  My kids are supposed to do their chores on the other days of the week, and I usually sit around and knit on Sundays.

But the first thing that happens is church.

Oh, how I love my church.  I love the music, and our pastors pass along very good messages.

I’d love these things more if people didn’t talk during them.

Begin Complaint #1.

Please tell me if I’m alone in this, but am I the only person who thinks it’s rude for people to talk after the singing begins?

I mean…music is very important for me in a worship service.  It helps me focus my thoughts and adoration on God (where they need to be).

After an especially long week, I needed this morning to regroup.  I got caught up in the music…and then I heard two people having a conversation.

And it wasn’t short.

It was long.

Now, you can try to tell me I should have tuned them out, but it was really hard.  I work with teenagers, and I can mostly tune them out, but that’s different.  Even they know (most of the time) the appropriate time to talk.

Ugh.

Even worse than talking during the singing is when people talk during sermons.

I rarely, if ever, have encountered this situation…until this morning.

I can understand that the pastor might say something that would cause you to nudge your neighbor and say something like, “I do that too.”  However, the two people sitting beside me talked…and talked…and talked.

Then they would stop.  I would try to gather myself and figure out what the pastor had been talking about.  Just as I found myself able to follow the pastor’s train of thought again, the people sitting beside me started another conversation about his newest comments!

Ugh.

I seriously considered leaning over and saying something, but I didn’t want to make a scene.  I kept wondering if it was just me being over-sensitive.

I don’t think it was.

I considered saying something after the service was over, but I don’t think God wanted me to, because they left during the singing that we did right before we were dismissed.

My point in this rant?

Have a little courtesy.  If you are sitting in a gathering where there’s a speaker, close your lips and listen.  Maybe you’re not interested.

Ok.

Do those of us who are interested a favor and maybe think about nodding off.  Or nod your head like you are listening and make your grocery list in your head.

Or better yet, pass notes to the person beside you.  At least you’re not speaking out loud.

Ok…Complaint #1 over.

Time for Complaint #2.

Leaving church with that in my head, I headed to Walmart to buy two Sunday papers.  You know that I buy two of them because I want two sets of coupon inserts.

For the last two weeks, my paper has only been carrying one insert…either the Red Plum or the SmartSource.

Not cool.

I trucked myself down to the newspaper office last week and demanded (um, yeah, that’s what I did) my missing set of coupons.

I was rudely informed that coupon inserts are only guaranteed to home delivery subscribers.

Say what?

So, because I cannot afford to subscribe to your paper but am buying one at the newsstand, you’re going to punish me by charging me more for the issue as well as keep part of the paper from me?

Not kosher.

I was not a happy girl and told the woman that I’ll probably subscribe to a way-out-of-town paper that promises I can have whatever I want.

Except that I don’t have the money yet.  Cause I can’t find a job.

Sigh.

This morning, while at Walmart, I opened up the papers before buying them…just to make sure I was getting the two inserts promised.

I only found one.  For the third week in a row.

Well, fully irate, I marched back to the greeter, informed her that I was not buying the papers because they were missing inserts (which I don’t blame Walmart for, but I didn’t want her to think I’d read the paper and put it down without paying for it), and I walked out.

I started coming up with a plan on how I was going to write this and that letter and call this and that person.

What I wound up doing was driving to Books a Million, hoping that it would carry out-of-town papers.

They carried the New York Times (no coupons) and my local paper.

On a whim, I opened small-town paper and guess what I discovered?

TWO COUPON INSERTS!!!

Say what?

This made no sense, but I live in Podunk, USA, where we tend to do things backward, so maybe it makes perfect sense.

I walked myself and two papers to the cash register, where I used my frequent buyer card to save money on the papers, spending less on them than I would have at Walmart.

I felt smug as I walked out.

I beat the system…this week.

I am still plotting, though.

Phone calls will be made.

Belts will be tightened (even more than usual) as I try to figure out how I can subscribe to an out-of-town paper, receive my coupons, and kiss the local one goodbye forever.

Ok.  Complaint #2 over.

Do I sound grumpy?

Yes.

Why?

Because I’ve mostly eaten soup all week because I still have two holes in my mouth, and I just finished Prednisone (which is a moody sort of medicine), and when I try to eat, my tummy hurts.

Really, though, all I wanted was quiet (church sermon) and coupons.

Am I being greedy?

Happy Sunday all!  😀