Chapter One: Customer Service Warfare – Caring Counts® (Just Not for You)
I used to think customer service was about help. A quick conversation. Maybe a refund. I didn’t realize it was war.
It started with a self-balancing scooter I bought to regain mobility—something light and easy, to give my dog daily walks again despite my disability. I have plantar fasciitis. Some days, walking a block feels like crawling across glass. That Segway? That was my independence. My legs.
And then I bought a replacement battery. From Amazon.
A simple thing, really. Until it exploded.
Literal fire.
Smoke. Flames. Burned my rug. Scorched my hands. Inches from becoming an inferno. The only reason it didn’t? I grabbed the battery bare-handed and ran. My hands blistered. My heart pounded. But my pets survived. My home stood. My legs didn’t.