Fitbit Wrist Bands – So Defective!


Dearest Readers:

I suppose today is a good day to complain about Fitbit. Why? Simple. Their wrist bands and other items to hold or wear the activity trackers do not hold up! The quality of the bands is cheap – to say the least, and when I phoned Fitbit to complain, I spoke to a customer service rep living in Hungary???

Yes, their customer service is good, that is – IF one likes to speak to a rep living in another country and definitely not aware of the USA. Fitbit is just about to annoy me to the highest!

For example, I had a Fitbit One years ago. I tucked it into the plastic case provided, wearing it, like most women, in my bra. I clipped it onto the bra, expecting it to hold up.  Well…Let’s just say, the case did not survive. I admit it, I do have a bosom. Sometimes that little case would move and work itself out. Once, it did so at Wal-Mart. I phoned them to report it, and of course, if someone found it, it was not reported. So, I contacted Fitbit. Surprisingly, they sent me another Fitbit One. The case it was in failed to hold up too. I think I must’ve lost the case and Fitbit One somewhere in my back yard while gardening and cutting the lawn. Maybe my lawnmower ate it?

After the loss of the Fitbit One, I chose to purchase the Fitbit Alta. The Alta came with a wrist band. Perhaps this will work better. It did not. Only a few months of wear and tear, the wristband popped loose at Cracker Barrel in Charlotte, NC. Fortunately, while paying, another customer noticed it, picked it up, handing it to the cashier. I glanced down at my wrist. Eureka! My wrist band fell off of my wrist, onto the floor and I didn’t even notice it!

“That’s my wrist band and Fitbit,” I thanked the cashier, while putting my wrist band Fitbit Alta back on my wrist I said: Don’t ever buy a Fitbit product. They work well, until the Kmart quality wrist band breaks, and we all know what’s happening with Kmart!

Later, I went to Fitbit’s website exclaiming to them that I was divorcing myself from Fitbit. Much to my surprise, they contacted me weeks later – after I found another activity tracker, sending me another wrist band AFTER I sent them a photograph of the “defective” wrist band. Hey Fitbit… Guess what? ALL OF YOUR WRIST BANDS ARE DEFECTIVE!

I got the new wrist band from Fitbit and I wore it UNTIL IT FELL APART!

Enough of this! I retired my Fitbit Alta!

I bought another tracker – only this time – NOT a Fitbit. I purchased a Garmin Vivofit 2. I wear it daily. I’ve had the Garmin over a year, replacing the battery in March, 2018. Much to my surprise, the wrist band is holding up! Can you believe it? Another company actually provides a quality activity tracker with a QUALITY wrist band that doesn’t fall apart???

I confess, I do like the Fitbit products, and I was wearing the Fitbit Charge 2 until Friday evening. While eating dinner at Longhorn’s Steak House, my Fitbit Charge 2 wrist band fell off. Not again! Just what is wrong with Fitbit? They use the CHEAPEST wrist bands ever!

Incidentally, I still wear the Garmin Vivofit 2, and when I have a Fitbit wrist band that WORKS, I wear it too! Weird, isn’t it? Well, you have to know me to understand me!

Presently, the Fitbit Charge 2 sits on my dresser. I am not attempting to wear it until I get a new wrist band. I phoned Fitbit Friday evening, speaking with the customer service rep in “Hungary!”

She wanted me to take a picture of the wrist band. I suppose to prove it was broken? Heck, it is not BROKEN…IT IS DEFECTIVE…JUST LIKE ALL THE WRIST BANDS MARKETED BY FITBIT! Maybe we have a failure to communicate! I refused to take a photograph and send it to her. I wanted a decision made now. Not a few days from now, after someone with a bit of authority decided my wrist band was indeed — B-R-O-K-E-N! After a few minutes discussion, she actually asked me how much I wear the Fitbit. Maybe I was wearing it too much and that made it ‘defective???’

Ok. I understand I am blonde, and maybe I do not have a degree in technology, but — AREN’T ACTIVITY TRACKERS DESIGNED FOR YOU TO WEAR CONSTANTLY — TO TRACK YOUR ACTIVITY?

I might be blonde, but I’m not stupid!

She placed me on HOLD – several times, then she returned letting me know:

  1. You do not need to take a photograph
  2. We will send you another wrist band.

Big deal! I will get another wrist band, identical to the one that came with the Fitbit Charge 2. No doubt, it will become defective – just like all of the other wrist bands marketed by Fitbit. Just WHEN will they learn – their wrist bands are defective!

Meanwhile, I managed to find a metallic wrist band online at Wal-Mart. I purchased it. I will not wear the Fitbit Charge 2 until I get the metallic band.

Now, I’m curious. What country manufactures Fitbit? According to Wikipedia – the USA. Funny. I assumed it was made in China, like so many items the USA provides.

So now, my Fitbit Charge 2 will rest on my dresser until I get the wrist band from Wal-Mart. Will it last? Probably longer than the ones that come with Fitbit Charge 2, Fitbit Alta, and others.

Isn’t it a shame? We pay so much money for activity trackers such as Fitbit.

I’ve had the Garmin Vivofit 2 for almost two years. The only time I have to charge it is when I take it to Batteries Plus Bulbs to get a new battery, and I haven’t had any problems with their wrist bands.  https://www.batteriesplus.com/service

If only Fitbit would do a bit of marketing research and discover they MUST improve the cheapened wrist bands they provide! I do prefer the Fitbit activity trackers. If only they would IMPROVE their disgusting wrist bands.

Perhaps this is the marketing strategy of Fitbit — to provide a quality activity tracker with a defective wrist band, so customers will have to purchase wrist bands over and over again.

Hey, Fitbit. Here’s an eye opener for you – what part of S-T-U-P-I-D and D-E-F-E-C-T-I-V-E do you not understand?

And now, I must get off my soap box and enjoy this Sunday afternoon!

 

 

 

 

 

Just What Does Triple Mean To A Walmart Sales Associate?


Dearest Readers:

Interesting thing happened yesterday at Wal Mart. The sales associate working the register was slower than a snail. It took her the bulk of five minutes (at least) just to change the register tape. After we stood in the line for a LONG…LONG time, she began to ring up our purchases. I, very diplomatically, asked her if she could please TRIPLE BAG the drinks. Two liter bottles. When I said “Triple bag,” she did not know the definition of Triple. It isn’t a difficult word. Triple equals three. Doesn’t it? Has the English changed???

I mentioned my last experience with the super cheap and super thin Wal-Mart plastic bags. We’ve all seen them – unless we do not shop at Wal-Mart! On my last shopping day, I had double bags carrying two, two liter bottles. When I picked up a bag to carry it inside, it split and the bottles fell to the ground. I did not want to experience this again.

Remember…Diplomatically, I smiled and said, “Could you please triple bag the drinks?”

When I was is elementary school vocabulary was one of my favorite subjects.

Triple? TRIPLE? T-R-I-P-L-E??? Oops. Excuse me, I think I defined what triple means. Consisting of THREE!

Her reply? “What’s triple?”

Oh my God. She. Doesn’t. Know. The. Meaning. Of. Triple?

I suppose I should give the clerk a bit of a break. In America we now have to push one on the phone for English. Two for Spanish. Well…What about the other immigrants we have in America. The boat people. French. Swedish. And all of the other languages. Why are we suddenly forced to push one for English???

Just the other day I was somewhere and I heard someone mention, “She only speaks Spanglish.”

Spanglish?  Have I missed something? Maybe the clerk at Wal-Mart only speaks Spanglish. Incidentally, she was not of Spanish heritage.

After loading our bags, I noticed an interesting action from the clerk. Yes, she used triple! What did she do? Well, it’s really simple, I suppose. That is – IF you don’t understand English, or you do not know the definition of simple words such as triple! The drinks were double bagged, with THREE two liter drinks in each of them.

Duh? Didn’t I say, “Could you please triple bag the drinks?”

Fortunately, this time the bags did not split. Double bags. Not TRIPLE BAGS.

Think I’ll stay away from her line next time.  Never have I been so relieved to leave Wal Mart!

Triple. Even commercials on TV show what Triple means. Triple decker sandwiches. Triple decker stacks of pancakes. Maybe there’s a Triple decker pizza. See, I know what triple means!

 

 

 

Sears and Their Philosophy on Customer Service…


Dearest Readers:

Joy…Oh JOY! It has been three weeks in this household without a working, dependable washing machine. YES, it’s a Kenmore…LG product from Sears = DEFINITELY MY MISTAKE FOR BUYING FROM SEARS. The second time for them to return to repair the machine is this Tuesday, December 9! The first scheduled for THIS CASE NUMBER was November 28! Silly me — I ‘forgot to remind them to bring two technicians for that appointment’ since it is a ‘stackable unit’ — duh! Didn’t realize the customer needed to remind them. It should all be documented in their computer since I purchased the unit AS A PAIR FROM SEARS! Since the machine is doing the same thing it did in June-July, they did order parts — following my suggestion — AFTER I was told they could not order parts UNTIL a technician confirmed what needed to be repaired. The tech arrived last Friday, November 28 – Black Friday. Never did he look at the unit when we mentioned it was a stackable unit. He did order the parts, and it should be interesting this Tuesday, December 9 to see IF the machine WILL BE REPAIRED! The parts are here, awaiting the repair!

On another funny note — my Cuisinart Grind & Brew coffeemaker was leaking from the bottom of the unit two days before Thanksgiving. I phoned them to inquire what to do. My coffeemaker has a three year warranty. You’ll never guess what they did! And SEARS COULD TAKE NOTES FROM THIS SCENARIO! Yesterday, I received a new coffeemaker, with instructions to send the broken unit to them – at their shipping expense. Less than seven days to get this repair! As for SEARS – it takes FOREVER since “I do not live in a metropolitan area???” I did not realize Charleston, SC was considered an ‘un-metropolitan area.’ I suppose I live in the boondocks, according to Sears!???!

Never…no NEVER — shall I buy ANY appliance from Sears! I am paying for a broken washer — taking FOREVER to get it repaired for the third time since purchasing it in 2010. To date, I’ve received three replies from a complaint I wrote to “Sears Blue Service Crew…” Every reply is from a different Sears member services agent. One listed an incorrect ‘case number’ — the repair reported in June – July, 2014! I informed them the case number was incorrect. No immediate reply! Then I finally got another reply — AFTER I sent them another complaint. Apparently, customers can request a laundry voucher for each week at $25.00 weekly for the inconvenience. It costs me $28.75 to do weekly laundry at the laundromat! However, the $75.00 Sears can pay me is for a calendar year. Each time I get a reply it is from a different ‘Sears member.’ Talk about passing the buck and ‘CYA!’ According to the latest e-mail, I can receive an additional $25.00 laundry reimbursement. How generous! Only $100 per calendar year. What a joke! I do hope this generous “$25.00” does not break the bank of Sears!

And today, I read that Sears is not exactly doing that well. Wonder why!

Whatever happened to customer service in America!

Definitely NOT A Friday Reflection – Sears, Kenmore and HERE WE GO AGAIN…


Dearest Readers:

Yes, I understand – today is Saturday, not a Friday reflection. I had every intention to write a Friday reflection yesterday, before all H— broke loose. Allow me to explain. I awoke dreading the day due to another battle with insomnia. I do believe insomnia won this week. Almost every hour I have awakened, unable to sleep, and so, I turned the TV on. Are you aware of how many Christmas shows are running daily now? Lifetime has Christmas shows, Hallmark does, and so does the Hallmark Mystery and Movies Channel – on DirecTV, channel 565. I was amazed as I flipped the channels, attempting to sleep.

Thanksgiving is less than a week away! After several cups of coffee, I was ready to start the day. I planned to glue my butt to the chair and write, but first, I had to do laundry. I sorted. Threw a load of colorfast laundry in my Kenmore front load machine. Hit the buttons to turn it on. NOTHING AGAIN.
I mumbled a few choice words to myself, realizing I had to phone Sears again – just like before in July. I dialed the number, listening to the automated system – awaiting a real person. Never did I realize my voice was already being recorded. Let’s just say, even Julia Sugarbaker would’ve disowned me this time!

“Oh great. Here we go again,” I said. “Welcome to Voice Jail.”

Finally a male voice answered, lecturing me that I needed to calm down and not assume that “Here we go again.”

How dare him!

He looked up my warranty, doing all the things that customer service reps do while we the customer waits for a reply. After several discussions, he mentioned that I had an extensive warranty and might consider getting another washer.

“I bought this one in 2011, or earlier. I believe it’s less than four years old. Just HOW LONG does a Kenmore washer last?”

“The machine was purchased in 2010,” he responded, according to his records.

Funny, never would I consider a four-year-old washer “OLD!”

I remained on the phone with Sears for over one hour. You know the drill. Transfer to one department. Please hold for another so they can schedule your appointment with a technician, and then I asked to speak to someone about getting another washer since mine was ‘so old’ [four years???]. I was told I needed to have three or four more complaints before they would consider a replacement for me. After all, my washer is old. [Four years…!]

The technician will be at my house next Friday. The day after Thanksgiving. I must go without washing any household laundry for another seven days, unless I choose to treat myself to another day at the Laundromat.

As you can see, my Friday was a waste. I planned to jump on the treadmill; however, the only workout I got yesterday was my mouth and jaws! Today is the BPOE show at the Elks Lodge, so another day of so many things to do. Tomorrow, I will work out. My body feels deprived if it doesn’t achieve the daily goals of an intense work out.

I’m still annoyed with Sears. The machine is not getting power. Believe me when I say it needs another computer board. I am hopeful when the technician arrives next Friday he will repeat his suggestion that “You might consider getting another washing machine to replace this one.”

Remember — my washer is old. That’s what every person I spoke with said! [FOUR YEARS OLD!]

Never did I realize, until the discussion on the phone yesterday, that my warranty would grant me a replacement – HOWEVER, I must have three or four more complaints to determine I need a replacement. I suppose they are hopeful my warranty will run out and I’ll have to purchase another washer!

I ask you – what part of LEMON does Sears not understand? I paid my hard-earned money to purchase that machine and now I truly regret it!

My Kenmore front load washer should be painted yellow, to match the lemon that it is!

Enough of this. Maybe I’ll write more tomorrow. Now, I must go get dressed so I can dazzle the audience tonight. If only I could dazzle Sears and Kenmore to stop making lemons.

Maybe I’ll squeeze some lemons and mix a bowl of sugar and water with them – to make lemonade. On second thought, I think I need a large glass of Moscato wine!

How about it, Sears – are you listening? HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Whatever Happened To Customer Service In America???


Dearest Readers:

Today is Sunday, November 02, 2014, a beautiful, but chilly day in Charleston, SC. Undoubtedly, this week has been a week filled with much stress, starting with last Sunday. Late that afternoon, I drove my car to dinner with my husband; I heard a distinctive ‘ding’ noticing my engine light was on.
“Oh no…what is wrong with my car?”

I purchased the car from Car Max in Charleston in March, 2012. A beautiful gold 2010 Dodge Journey with everything I desired in a car. Although not brand new, it was affordable. I gave my old car, a 1999 Chevy Monte Carlo with 92,000 miles to one of my sisters in Georgia.

I pulled the file for my car, reading through the warranty, phoning Car Max, leaving a message. Since the office was closed, I waited for a return phone call early Monday morning. I left an additional message with the local Car Max Service Center. And so, the wait began. On Monday morning I waited…and waited…and waited. Deciding to be pro-active, I drove to the local Car Max Service Center.

Instead of parking my car in the parking lot, I pulled up to the service center and walked inside. Two customer service reps were at the counter. One, a woman, was moving a computer mouse around the screen while glancing at the computer. The other, a guy, was assisting a customer. The woman never looked at me, or acknowledged me. She continued to play with the computer mouse, never acknowledging me. I was curious if I was invisible. I pinched my wrist. Nope I’m not invisible. I feel the pain. I cleared my throat, hoping the woman would acknowledge me. She was more concerned with playing with the mouse! The phone rang. Quickly, she answered it.

After her conversation, I approached her. “Excuse me,” I said. “I need someone to check my car. The engine light is on.”

“Do you have an appointment?” She asked, in a condescending manner.

“No. I’ve been waiting for a return phone call this morning. When no one phoned, I decided to drop by.”

“You can’t just drop by. It’s been a busy morning and I only received one phone call.” She said. Reaching for her mouse.

“Excuse me…Didn’t you hear me. The engine light is on. I need it checked.”

“You have to have an appointment and it will take two weeks to get an appointment. You can’t just drop your car by for service. You MUST have an appointment.”

“The only service I need is the engine light checked. Something is wrong with my car.”

“You need an appointment…” She repeated.

“No…I need to have the engine light checked.”

By now I realized I was getting nowhere with the tall woman who had the customer service skills of a mouse. Maybe that is why she and the computer mouse were so closely connected.”

“You can take the car to Dodge. They’ll check it for you.”

And then…this woman with the customer service skills of a real mouse returned to her mouse, ignoring me!

I was livid! No one else approached me. I left Car Max with the visual discussion playing in my mind, recognizing that this woman, whom I shall refer to as Ms. Mouse, had reprimanded me? She truly had the customer service skills of a robotic mouse!

I drove to Dodge. When they checked my car, I was informed that the engine light was not on. Nothing could be done. By now, I am ready to attack the next customer service person that walks nearby. I drove the car home. Less than five miles from the Dodge dealership, the engine light winked at me again.

Thus began one of the most disappointing weeks for 2014 for me. When my husband arrived home from work, he wanted to know if my car was repaired. I rolled my eyes, explaining how lacking customer service was at Car Max. “Funny…” I said sarcasm spilling from my lips. “When I bought the car their customer service was terrific.”

I should say, I have a history with customer service, both in retail and the educational industries. I’ve won awards for my customer service skills!

My husband phoned the service manager at Car Max. They placed his call on HOLD…….!

For over one hour, he held on his cell phone and the home, cordless phone. Deciding that one of the calls would be answered. He was mistaken!

When the phone calls disconnected, he slammed the phone down. “Let’s go to Car Max,” he said. I did not want to go back to them. My discussion with Ms. Mouse played in my mind, and I felt like a little girl filled with shame because she did something unforgivable by driving to the Service Center at Car Max, in anticipation of ‘customer service.’

We returned to Car Max. The engine light still on and my lack of confidence growing. I should say, I am one of the rare people who actually does maintenance service faithfully. In August, the oil was changed – every 3,000 miles…the air filter replaced…cabin filters replaced…and the fuel maintenance performed. The engine light should NOT be on!

Arriving at Car Max, Ms. Mouse was still – standing tall – PLAYING with the mouse! The service manager was at the end counter. My husband approached him. Of course, he was on the phone!

When he hung up, we approached. I shared my experience of the morning and how I was reprimanded for ‘dropping by without an appointment…’ Now, I asked, “What is one to do WHEN the car engine light is on and she cannot get a simple phone call returned or someone to check her car?”

“Customer service is a busy, unpredictable service,” Fred began…I interrupted him.

“I have over 18 years of service in the customer service industry and I returned phone calls quickly…”

Ms. Mouse’s ears appeared to be stretching to listen to our conversation, but NEVER…NO NEVER…did she approach. She probably knew I was not one to intercept with her thoughts.

It was suggested that since Car Max was ‘overbooked’…with only four technicians to service cars, we should go to Dodge.

I had an appointment booked for Dodge…for November 3, not until. “I have two important appointments this week. What am I to do? Continue driving my car with the engine light on, in hopes the car does not blow up?”

Fred discouraged me to drive the car. He phoned the Dodge dealership, managing to get me an earlier appointment for this Wednesday.

Rejoice! So much for customer service!

On Wednesday, the car was repaired; however. When the customer service rep at Dodge made the attempt to contact Car Max to get approval for the manifold repair, it took him almost one hour just to speak to someone!

Car Max reported that I would have to pay for the repairs, $477.21 — minus $100 deductible, since I did not take the car to Car Max and they would reimburse me within two days of the receipt of the invoice. Returning home for the evening, I wrote a letter to Car Max, faxing the invoice and letter to them.

Remember – that was Wednesday! I am hopeful that my check will arrive this week – however, considering the customer service at Car Max – I DOUBT IT!

Perhaps my next blog posting will reveal the date I receive the check! Something tells me it will probably be sent to me – via Pony Express, or a slow train!

Whatever happened to customer service in America! Yes…Indeed. Customer service? What a JOKE!

My suggestion for anyone buying at Car Max – I say – think twice! The customer service to make a purchase is most professional. Customer service when you REALLY NEED CUSTOMER SERVICE – well, let’s just say, let us hope you do not meet a “Ms. Mouse…” She cares more for her mouse…not the customers who approach her!

Sears Continues To Call — Renewal of Warranty???


Dearest Readers:

Those of you who read my posts on a regular basis will recall the saga of my Sears issues…remember the issues I had with getting my washing machine repaired. It took over three weeks — almost two weeks JUST to get a technician out to check it to determine I needed a computer board….and then, it took over one week to get the part sent to us for the repair. What a joyous three weeks that was!

Moving on…Sears phoned me moments ago. This is at least the third time someone has called to remind me I need to purchase a new warranty for my refrigerator.

DUH!?! I asked the kind telemarketer on the phone what type of IDIOT would I be to purchase a new warranty when it takes Sears over three weeks to repair something? My Julia Sugarbaker demeanor kicked in… I reminded her that IF my refrigerator died, I would probably be told it will be ‘three weeks before we can schedule a technician to check your appliance…– due to the holidays????” That seems to be the apparently scripted response when I call the toll-free number to schedule repairs. I’ve had this history with Sears from the beginning – I’m thinking it could be about two years ago when I first used the Sears appliance repair center.

I thanked the kind lady for calling but I told her I would be a complete and total idiot to agree to buy another warranty from Sears.

Can’t help being curious WHEN they will phone me again.

“Yes…this is Julia Sugarbaker styled “Barbie” and I am so not interested in any warranties from Sears. I’ll take my chances. Besides, I can’t help being a bit curious — IF it takes three weeks to get service on a washing machine, TWICE — just HOW long would it take to get service for a refrigerator. I imagine the entire fridge would smell oh so delightful by the time they arrived. Now I ask you, Sears — why would I be so stupid as to spend my hard-earned money to waste it on Sears Warranties!”

To quote Julia Sugarbaker — I DON’T THINK SO!

Undoubtedly, the Week From Hell…


Dearest Readers:

Undoubtedly, this has been the week from Hell for me, starting with my washing machine breaking last week, unable to get customer service from Sears in a timely manner – that is, until the ‘two B’s in my name’ were revealed. Isn’t it shameful that in the United State of America customer service is outsourced to India, China – and who knows where else! When I phoned Sears to request service, I was transferred four times. Yes, I said FOUR TIMES! Each time, I had to re-communicate EVERYTHING all over again, and again. Finally, I asked IF they needed a blood sample! If I appear a bit frustrated, well – you get the picture. I am not described as a Steel Magnolia for being a sweet little Southern Belle. No, not me!

So, this week from Hell continued. At least Sears got word of my frustrations – I suppose after I posted on a social media site that appears to have a bit of clout attached to it – Yes, Facebook, and I posted on my Blog, and I managed to send an e-mail to Sears Blue Team. Well, let’s just say, a kind, soft-spoken man named John assisted me – even providing a case number. To make the epistle with Sears a bit of a short story, John managed to get a service technician out on Tuesday. The next chapter of my washing machine repair is – my washer needs a new computer panel, mother board, or whatever the description for it is – regardless, the blessed machine does not work and it will probably be until the 11th of July, or later before the new board arrives. Such is my life! I suppose in my neighborhood I could be described as the Drama Queen, or the neighborhood B—-! I’ll allow my neighbors to describe me!

Moving on this week, I managed to get some laundry done, after my husband volunteered to assist me. Bless his heart! This nice consideration from someone who is not domesticated at all. Heck, he still cannot turn on the oven or the burners, and the last time I asked him to check the laundry to see if the load washing was finished, he returned to tell me it was still washing. I have a stackable unit with the dryer on top. I asked him where did you check. His reply – ‘the light on top was still on. Isn’t that the washer?’ Sometimes men just don’t get it – do they? At least yesterday he helped load the dirty laundry – now two weeks’ worth, and he helped me get it done! Silly guy!

Today, I thought was a new day. Today is my Weight Watchers weigh-in day. Unfortunately, this chick has gained .06 of a pound – for the millionth time. I seem to behave like a rubber ball. Bouncy…bouncy…back and forth! Inches, well, they are falling off, but the scales all but laugh at me. After our meeting I had lunch with two friends from Weight Watchers. Today is a hurricane day in Charleston. Hurricane Arthur keeps blowing in the wind, so since I was at the Towne Centre, I decided to shop for my husband’s birthday gift. Rushing from store to store, and from rain band to rain band, I completed my shopping thrilled that I had my husband’s birthday all taken care of. Hopping in the car, I noticed a line of traffic. If you’ve ever been to Charleston, you will know, when it rains, people come from out of the woodwork – to shop. And the majority of the drivers stuck in the traffic are in a hurry, so they choose to all but attach to your bumper. The girl driving behind my car for blocks was all but attached. I could not even see her head lights! As traffic crawled along, cars ahead of me were stopping, so I tapped my break to stop. After I stopped, I heard breaks squealing and a crash! Yep, the little lady behind me chose to finally attach to my bumper!

After phoning the police and filing the police reports, I am finally home – and I think I will just find a good book and go take a nap. After all, I am safe at home. Incidentally, the only damage on my car is the bumper, and the contributor to the collision was the little lady – not me.

Maybe I’ll remain home the rest of the day. I think it is safer. What a day…what a hellacious week! And now, I have a headache!

I hope next week at Weight Watchers I will have a good week.

Happy Independence Day, USA!