It was about 12 years ago when I called 1-800-Flowers for a delivery for my dear friend. She’d experienced a tragic miscarriage and I aimed to send her an “It’s Your Day” Bouquet, a 1-800-Flowers staple. My idea was to send her something beautiful, cheerful and to let her know that I was thinking of her since I was helpless and 2,000 miles away. I placed the order in the morning and in the afternoon I received delivery confirmation. I didn’t immediately hear from my friend but a few hours later I called her to check in anyway. She hung up on me. I called back. She screamed unrecognizable obscenities into the phone. I called one more time and she’d calmed enough to enunciate a clear, “How could you?” I was startled. I didn’t expect a Nobel Peace Prize for sending her flowers but I thought she’d at least appreciate the gesture. She’s a pretty reasonable gal, even in a state of sadness, so this was utterly confusing. Then she explained: 1-800-Flowers did not deliver an “It’s Your Day” Bouquet. What was delivered was a vase of blue and white flowers and tied to it was, none other than, an “It’s A Boy!” balloon.
I was mortified. Bewildered. Angry. After swearing on my life that this was not some sick idea of a joke, I called 1-800-Flowers. I did a three-way call so that my friend could hear the entire transaction. It turned out that 1-800-Flowers got my order right but the local florist screwed up its deliveries. My friend received the right card, wrong delivery item. It was a nightmare. 1-800-Flowers immediately jumped into overcompensation mode, offering me coupons and free flowers, and then proceeded to barrage my friend with flower deliveries for a few days in order to try to bring some sunshine into her day. Neither one of us wanted coupons or flowers. I had vowed never to order through them again and my friend just wanted to forget the whole scarring experience. Yet the barrage of apologies continued.
I remembered this story today as I ordered a 1-800-Flowers surprise for another friend of mine — thankfully a much happier occasion. I wondered how this customer service issue I had 12 years ago might’ve been addressed had I been such an avid Twitter and Facebook user at the time. I most likely would’ve taken my rage to the interwebs, as might have my friend if she chose to expose the personal experience that caused it, and I bet all heck would’ve broken loose on the 1-800-Flowers Twitter feed. I imagined it as, “Please DM us so we can take care of this right away!”
The medium for securing customer service attention has changed, but I have to wonder: are companies really listening to their customers? In the old days of 12 years ago, if you were slighted you would call, send a letter, or even an email form and then a coupon would show up days later. United Airlines, which was deserving of many complaints at that time in my life, was notorious for its vouchers. The company didn’t listen when I said “I never want to fly your airline again!” Instead, it tried to give me coupons so that I would forget my frustration and take another flight in the hope that it might be good.







