I don't give up easily. And maybe I'm a little insane.

I got a response from Fiskars yesterday.


This is the message I sent them:


Well, I got a message from them, and I'm afraid to say it's not very comforting, or socially responsible.



Yeah. Thanks A LOT, Nikki.

Not even an offer of lawn products, guys. Nothing. However, the fact that Nikki wanted me to let her know if there was anything else she could help me with made me think that there was still a chance.

So, I've written Nikki back:



I'll let y'all know when Jorge arrives.

Comments

RHYTHM AND RHYME said…
You do make me laugh, though that's the sort of thing I would do and say,
Well as they say "The customer is always right"

Take care.
Yvonne.
May 25, 2010 at 11:33 AM
lisahgolden said…
Funny! And when he shows up, let's hope he comes with a Fiskars expense account. You're going to need some new lawn furniture and some loungewear to properly supervise, no?
May 25, 2010 at 12:00 PM
ReformingGeek said…
Good for you. Now....can we share?
May 25, 2010 at 8:22 PM
Unknown said…
Let me know if they fulfill your request. I might be in the market for a new weeder!
May 26, 2010 at 1:42 PM
Annah said…
Muahhahahaha ..... that's how I feel about the Potty Patch I just bought.

http://whenredmeansgo.blogspot.com
May 26, 2010 at 5:43 PM
Ash said…
You know you're the talk at the watercooler, for sure.

Jorge? I was thinking more Fernanado - no?
May 26, 2010 at 9:21 PM
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