Greg K.
Happy DVC Member, DIS Vet, and Catholic Deacon
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Last week, when we were scrambling to check out of the Boardwalk Inn, and get to our flight, we had a bunch of stuff we'd bought that we needed to ship back home. (No room in our suitcases. Sound familiar?)
It was Sunday, but we'd noticed when we had driven past Mailboxes Etc. (on 535) that they were OPEN Sunday from 12-5.
Or so their sign on the window said. Okay. No problem. We piled into the car and hightailed it over there and were greeted by a CLOSED sign. Gulp. (It was only 4:30. The "hours of operation" in the window, evidently, were wrong. Grrrr...) We raced back to the Boardwalk. I pulled over to a side area of the entry driveway and my wife grabbed the bags and boxes and stumbled into the lobby to try and get the stuff shipped.
It was nearly 5 and we had a 7:30 flight. With security and the car rental return and everything else, I was getting a wee bit nervous. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to pee...
)
Well. The front desk told my wife "We don't do that. You have to use the business center." Which, of course, was CLOSED at that hour on a Sunday. She begged and pleaded to talk to a manager. Same answer. But he did have an idea: maybe the store down at the Boardwalk (the Screen Door) could help her out. He called. Sure, they said. We have a box or two. Come on down. She ran down to deal with that.
Meantime, I sat in my car and watched the clock tick and felt little beads of perspiration pop out onto my head.
Finally, around 5:30, my wife made it back to the car, breathless, and said they'd do it for us, but it was a HUGE deal, and they HATE doing that, and they almost refused AGAIN, and nobody had a CLUE just WHO had talked to the manager and agreed to do it. But I revved the engine, and we were off. We made it to our gate in time, thank God, vowing NEVER to try THAT late stunt again. (The bathrooms were lovely, by the way).
Anywho: a few days later, our box arrived in New York and, inside one of the smaller boxes containing some shoes we'd bought, my wife found a nice note, on Boardwalk stationary, apologizing for the trouble they'd caused, wishing us well and hoping we had a good flight home and saying "We hope to see you again soon!"
Is that just too nice, or WHAT? I was very impressed. And charmed. We found the service at the Boardwalk to be exceptionally good, even by Disney standards, and this was prime example of that.
Yes, we will be back. Definitely.
It was Sunday, but we'd noticed when we had driven past Mailboxes Etc. (on 535) that they were OPEN Sunday from 12-5.
Or so their sign on the window said. Okay. No problem. We piled into the car and hightailed it over there and were greeted by a CLOSED sign. Gulp. (It was only 4:30. The "hours of operation" in the window, evidently, were wrong. Grrrr...) We raced back to the Boardwalk. I pulled over to a side area of the entry driveway and my wife grabbed the bags and boxes and stumbled into the lobby to try and get the stuff shipped.
It was nearly 5 and we had a 7:30 flight. With security and the car rental return and everything else, I was getting a wee bit nervous. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to pee...
)Well. The front desk told my wife "We don't do that. You have to use the business center." Which, of course, was CLOSED at that hour on a Sunday. She begged and pleaded to talk to a manager. Same answer. But he did have an idea: maybe the store down at the Boardwalk (the Screen Door) could help her out. He called. Sure, they said. We have a box or two. Come on down. She ran down to deal with that.
Meantime, I sat in my car and watched the clock tick and felt little beads of perspiration pop out onto my head.
Finally, around 5:30, my wife made it back to the car, breathless, and said they'd do it for us, but it was a HUGE deal, and they HATE doing that, and they almost refused AGAIN, and nobody had a CLUE just WHO had talked to the manager and agreed to do it. But I revved the engine, and we were off. We made it to our gate in time, thank God, vowing NEVER to try THAT late stunt again. (The bathrooms were lovely, by the way).
Anywho: a few days later, our box arrived in New York and, inside one of the smaller boxes containing some shoes we'd bought, my wife found a nice note, on Boardwalk stationary, apologizing for the trouble they'd caused, wishing us well and hoping we had a good flight home and saying "We hope to see you again soon!"
Is that just too nice, or WHAT? I was very impressed. And charmed. We found the service at the Boardwalk to be exceptionally good, even by Disney standards, and this was prime example of that.
Yes, we will be back. Definitely.
