When we moved to Muirfield, we did not have a floor polisher that I could handle conveniently. We did have what was called a floor polisher that weighed about forty pounds, and you had to push and pull that thing over the floor intill it started to get shinney. Me, having had my shoulder blade broken twice, was not a good candidate for running one of those.
I was up really early and took the streetcar down town, and was at the door of the store before they opened. In fact, I was first in line….. and when the door was opened I was the first one in the store… and I headed for the department that had electric floor pollishers advertised.
lI didn’t see any. Hunted up a clerk and asked him where were the advertised polishers?
“ Oh , too bad,.. they are all sold out. We just sold the last one.”
I replied by telling him that that was not possible…I was the first one in the store.. I’d like to see the manager., please.
After a few minutes of getting no where with the manager, I suggested that it was a case of false advertising, and I would report it.
Funny thing, all of a sudden they had one of the polishers at the advertised price, and I was happy to carry it home on the street car…and happier when I had to polish floors. No more forty pounder!!.