Yes, with walk-in retail outlets in particular there may be little point in saying anything, as they are often not even the originator of the error. You'd like to do your part to see improvements made, but often irrelevant responses - if not outright arguments - are to be expected. Kind of like here on Garden Web. Paraphrased examples of comebacks I've gotten: "We've had as many people come in here and say it was the other as say it was was that" "We don't want to say anything that could offend the grower, they'll get mad and cut us off" and of course the favorite retort that has also been used on this site multiple times: "We got it from so and so and therefore it must be right" All going back to the people you are trying to tip off not knowing what they have. In the first instance all the manager being talked to had to do was just once crack a book and see that the one it was supposed to be was pink, instead of the orange red they were displaying under the name. Why the people (like me) pointing out (correctly) that it was not the pink one were (supposedly) countered by a more or less equal number of others saying the orange red one they had was correct I cannot explain. Unless a bunch of people had bought the same stock under the wrong name elsewhere, were using that as a basis for their erroneous statements. Nevermind that the cultivar even had "Pink" in the name.

It is physically painful for me to watch dh try to paint. I can't bear to even think about it. Imagine a man who has good bearing and sense (I said he has them, not that he always uses them) suddenly going slack-jawed, slumped, one hand in a pocket (it drives me crazy to see someone with hand/s in a pocket) and smearing a paint brush over, and over, and over, the same area until it's a sticky, lumpy mess. He makes a simple task so much work. I love to paint. I spend hours on prep; removing everything (nails, electrical plates, lighting fixtures). I clean, and Swiffer, and tape. I put down plastic sheets and tape them to the floor. I set up my paint station with everything I could possible need laid out on the stand like surgical instruments. Then the next day I begin the painting. I use primer; I cut in, and do the "W" with the roller, apply thin coats, and am through in no time at all. I'll brag; I'm a damn fine painter. It's just that I go slowly and spend far more time with prep and staging than I do in the actual applying of the paint. He wants to grab a can of paint and start smearing. I am the painter in the house. He will, after I've done all the prep, sometimes help with the roller parts, but I have to keep reminding him to not go over the area that already has paint. He can't "see" how it pulls up. So, I do the painting or hire a helper. The one lady that does the best work, even better than mine, is 72. Watching her paint is like seeing poetry. I love her to death. I do the fetch and carry for her, clean her brushes, fix her lunch, and learn at the feet of the master! So, never, ever try to paint with a husband. God made Man; then he made Woman. He made them attractive to one another. Then he sat back and had a good, long chuckle.

I tell my daughter I’m taking her to a special place her immediate response” not the garden centre again “,but I respond back with we can go the beach after .. In the spring time I go to HD and Lowes and Wallmart hoping to be first to catch the roses to arrive , I do this every day until I see the roses( body bags) I travel for over an hour or longer to buy roses( Niagara falls region – Palatine rose) The manager at the big box store knows me now as I’m there almost everyday looking for a good deal on manure..go Moo poo go My neighbours ask for advise on plants For my Birthday I ask for more roses and manure I give away rose bushes to my favourite neighbours and secretly hoping they would return the favour

I hope it didn't sound like I don't have compassion for the mentally ill, Oakley. I very much do, which is why I work with that population. And I know that not all bipolar sufferers are aggressive or at all dangerous to be around, even when manic. Brittney's father may control her funds, but even if it was court ordered, Brittney's case is an outlier. Most "regular" people don't have the resources to contain a seriously mentally ill adult child. Even if they have the legal right to compel the ill person to live in a particular place and take meds, etc., they have no physical way to make that happen if the person wants to leave or refuses medication. I've had clients who routinely skip out the bedroom window, prostitute themselves, run away, use illegal drugs, participate in very dangerous behaviors, and the legal guardian has the right to call the police and report that the person is gone without permission and off their meds. That doesn't make the client magically appear safely back in the house, palm held out and eager to take their meds. I work with families who go through this regularly. They can't afford henchmen to keep the ill person contained or under observation. They can't always physically withstand the ill person as they tear out the door. Etc. Brittney's father has resources that many do not. I certainly do hope the OP's friend has compassion for her husband. I also don't think having compassion for him means you want to play roulette with his genes if you don't have to. I may be a grump about it because of all the stuff I see at work. I have no rainbows and unicorn stories but lots of terrified and worn out family members. NAMI.org support groups are a lifesaver for some of them.