Many happy returns?

I didn’t get what I wanted for the holidays. Are stores required to accept my return? What if the store doesn’t have a return or exchange policy?

Most retailers offer refunds, store credit or exchanges when a consumer wants to return an item.

However, California law does not require retailers to offer refunds or exchanges, as long as they post a conspicuous notice informing customers of their policy.

Written policies must be in a language that consumers can understand, so that it can be easily seen and comprehended. The policy must be in a visible place, such as by the entrance of a store, the cash register, or on the actual merchandise. Merely printing the policy on the receipt does not meet the notice requirement.

Sellers are not required by law to accept returned items that are defective, perishable goods like food or flowers, merchandise that cannot be resold for health reasons, and merchandise conspicuously marked “all sales final,” “as is,” or with similar language. Also, retailers need not accept returns for sales of customized goods that were received as ordered, or goods not returned with their original packaging.

California law also has specific provisions for certain kinds of goods, like automobiles. Some transactions that seem like the “sale of goods” might not be, like purchasing games, music, movies or books from online stores.

Policies may cover whether a cash refund or store credit is given, or whether an exchange is allowed for the full amount of the purchase price. Policies may explain the period of time allowed for returns or exchanges, what kind of merchandise is covered, and any other conditions that may apply. The policy might include a restocking fee, or a requirement that the product be returned in its original packaging.

Stores may keep records, share information to outside companies, and alter their return policies for customers who make frequent returns. This practice is allowable as long as it’s in the written policy and that policy meets the notice requirements.

If a store doesn’t have a posted policy, in most cases you are entitled to a full refund or equal exchange within seven days of purchase, with your receipt. Don’t forget that unless it’s sold “as is,” most consumer goods have an implied warranty that the item is fit for its purpose, which lasts for 60 days from purchase.

Stores may change their policy at will, including during the holidays. Always check the store’s policy before you buy something that you may need to return.

Mary Luros is a business law attorney with Hudson & Luros, LLP, in Napa, and can be reached at mary@hudsonluros.com or 418-5118. The information provided here is not intended as legal advice, nor does it form an attorney-client relationship with the author. The author makes no representations as to the reliability or accuracy of the above information. In a perfect world we wouldn’t need disclaimers — or attorneys.

Sailing on the S.S. Mylanta

Thar she be: The Navigator of the Seas.  Not so much a “cruise ship” as a “gigantic floating country.”  We left the port in New Orleans on Saturday, the 17th, for a 7-day Western Caribbean cruise.  As a first time cruiser, I can safely say, I LOVE cruising!  I can’t wait to plan my next cruise!

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On the inside–this picture is of the promenade, where there are several shops, cafes, bars, etc.  It’s kind of ridiculous how much fits on the ship.  They had multiple parades during our cruise, which were extremely impressive.

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I think this was from our first night.  Cruise ships are mostly about eating ridiculous amounts of food, so forgive me if meals run together a bit.

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Roxana, our server throughout the cruise, was hysterical.  She liked to make fun of Rene, but we were all guilty of ordering like gluttonous fools. 

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On our second night at sea, we had our first formal night.  Awww… aren’t we cute!

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And then… a surprise.  We were invited to dine with the captain!

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The Staff Captain turned out to be less of a salty sailor, and more of a shy, soft spoken Swede.  

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After dinner, another surprise.  The infamous towel animal!  Our first critter was a rather good looking snail.

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On our fourth day, we arrived at Falmouth, Jamaica.  A view from our balcony.

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We decided to do an excursion to the Good Hope Estate, which is a sugar plantation tour.

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Part of the tour involved going up to the main house at the top of the hill.  Totally gorgeous view from the top.

 

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The house was absolutely beautiful.  I have lots of shots on my flickr page, if you’d like to see more.

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And the sugar plantation itself.

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You know what else was awesome?  Lunch.  Red Stripes, jerk chicken, and johnny cakes.

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When we got back to the port, we did a little shopping.  Rene found Wilson, who we all fell in love with.

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Wilson is so pensive.

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The following day we arrived at Grand Cayman.

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Arrrrrrrrrg!  There be pirates in Grand Cayman!

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We took another excursion while there, which turned out to be the best idea ever.  First stop, the turtle farm!  Which had wild chickens running around the front of the building?

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Next stop, the rum factory.  Or really, a store where they try to sell you rum and rum cakes (which are SO GOOD!).  The bus actually started driving away before we realized Cindy and Rene weren’t with us.  Whoops!  Too much rum cake?

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Next stop?  Hell.  No seriously.

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Turns out hell is really just a dead coral reef tourist trap in the Cayman islands.  Who knew?  At least I found out that they do indeed serve beer in Hell:

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Next stop, and my favorite activity of the entire trip (NOLA included): swimming with the stingrays!  We took a boat out to a sandbar, jumped out, and swam with the stingrays.  They are very tame and actually super cute.  I fed** one of them a squid and he came back and rubbed up against my legs, like he was saying “hey thanks!”  They were like big, wet, slimy dogs.

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** When I say that I fed a stingray, what I really mean is that I was given a squid, which I promptly dropped (and screamed like a little girl) when a giant flipping stingray came swimming at me at full speed with it’s mouth open.  I stole this picture off Google, so you can get an idea of what I’m talking about:

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When we got back to the boat later that day, they had decorated for Thanksgiving!

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The following day, Thanksgiving, we went to Cozumel, Mexico.  Not a bad place to spend a holiday.  Cindy being thankful for beer.

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Jumping up and down for beer!

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There’s not much in this world that compares with my mum’s turkey and gravy.  However, if forced to spend Thanksgiving in Cozumel, shrimp tacos on the beach is not a bad substitute.

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And followed up by the obligatory Señor Frogs.  I am thankful for fruity yard drinks.

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And then Rene decided to climb the rock wall.  Because our cruise ship had a flipping rock climbing wall (of course).

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That night, our second formal night, we celebrated Thanksgiving with a feast as only a cruise ship can do.

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What a fabulous trip!  Thank you to all of you who joined, made it possible, or otherwise supported our silly shenanigans!

New Orleans v. 1.1: just the food porn

I know you’re waiting for my cruise blog, but I feel like my NOLA post was lacking.  Here, for your viewing pleasure, is the food porn–and only the food porn.

Our first real night in NOLA at Galatoire’s:

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Someone else’s dessert at Galatoire’s (sweet potato cheesecake, I think):

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What I ordered for dessert, which still haunts me in my dreams: banana bread pudding.  Yes.  With some kind of dreamy caramel bourbon sauce and fresh whipped cream…

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Our second night we went to Commander’s Palace.  I know, you’re expecting a picture of their famous dessert (it’s coming), but instead I give you… the BEST foie gras I have ever had: a gigantic seared lobe over several apple beignets, with a small cafe au lait with the “essence” of foie gras.  The sauce is a traditional caramel sauce with toasted pecans.

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Someone else ordered scallops (Collen I think?).  I remember them being phenomenal.

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And dessert!  Their famous bread pudding soufflé.  Incidentally, I wore that hat all night, including out on Bourbon Street until the wee hours of the evening.  I had a lot of fans.

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Someone’s dessert, which looks fabulous:

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On my actual birthday we went to the WWII museum and had lunch at their restaurant.  I think from now on, all birthday lunches must have a mandatory glass of champagne and assorted to die for cupcakes:

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Holiday donations–what’s your responsibility?

I’m a store owner and someone approached me recently about putting a donation box near my register for holiday donations. Am I responsible for protecting a food or toy box’s contents from theft or damage? I want to help, but don’t want liability for a charitable act.

Placing a donation box by the cash register is an easy way to engage your customers in supporting popular community causes. Donation boxes and their eventual contents belong to the nonprofit receiving the donations.

Make sure that the organization’s bin is fire- and weather-proof, and difficult to move. I would insist that the nonprofit provide documentation proving that the bin is insured, and would ask for a liability waiver as well.

You should not incur any expenses to host a donation box. Be wary of anyone who asks you to pay maintenance fees for the bin.

Find out from the nonprofit how often someone will come around to check the container. Boxes should be emptied frequently to discourage theft, and food boxes should be emptied at least once a day to discourage vermin. At least two people should be present when counting money.

I can’t imagine someone depraved enough to steal a toy from a child, food from the hungry, or money from the poor, but it does happen. If you have a donation bin in your store and you think someone has stolen from it, immediately contact the police, and then notify the box’s owner.

For many, the holiday season means the return of the Salvation Army red kettles and their classic bell-ringing. Unfortunately, every year a few kettles are stolen.

Who is liable for the money if a kettle is stolen? The Salvation Army has to pay about $300 to replace the kettle, but the real liability is felt by the needy families, seniors and the homeless of our community, who rely on those donations.

Don’t forget that tons of food and groceries are wasted each year, and the Napa Food Bank always welcomes donations. The Bill Emerson Good Samaritan Food Donation Act protects you from liability when you donate food to a nonprofit organization, even if what you donated in good faith later causes harm to the needy recipient.

December is a great time to embrace the holiday spirit and give to our neighbors in need. If you are planning to make a charitable donation, be sure that it’s to a reputable charity and that your donation will actually reach its recipient. Only donations to charities on the IRS list of qualified charities are tax-deductible.

Mary Luros is a business law attorney with Hudson & Luros, LLP, in Napa, and can be reached atmary@hudsonluros.com or 418-5118. The information provided here is not intended as legal advice, nor does it form an attorney-client relationship with the author. The author makes no representations as to the reliability or accuracy of the above information. In a perfect world we wouldn’t need disclaimers — or attorneys.

New Orleans Recap

 

I can’t believe I’ve been 30 for over two weeks now and still haven’t blogged about my most fabulous birthday celebration trip!  It was truly a trip of a lifetime.  I think it’s best to split my blogging into two huge entries: one for New Orleans and one for the cruise (aka, “best trip of my life”).

I’ve never been to New Orleans before, or as I call it, “Land of Sugar and Booze.”  On our first day, we walked around the French Quarter and immersed ourselves in all that is NOLA.  First stop?  Cafe du Monde, of course!

 

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The best cafe au lait I’ve ever had, and the (in)famous beignets!  If you’ve never been to CDM, the floor is disgusting.  Don’t look down.  

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Right around the corner we found Aunt Sally, who was busy making authentic creole pralines, which are basically sugar.  And butter.  And delicious.

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They also sold these crazy gay mermaid holiday ornaments.  We found these in other stores also.  Not sure what’s up with the gay mermaid ornaments and how they fit in with NOLA?  But they’re pretty fabulous.

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As we walked around, it became very evident that NOLA is a city of street performers.  Some of the best street music I’ve ever heard, and some pretty amazing displays of magic, juggling, and balancing on silly things while throwing sharp knives.

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NOLA is also apparently “the place to buy hot sauce.”  And alligator heads?

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It’s really a pretty town, and I’m glad we were able to see it in all of it’s holiday glory.  It’s also quite hot there most days of the year, so I was very appreciative of the perfect weather. 

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I have a lot of food porn to show you, as I’m sure you expect, but for some reason Larry didn’t want to eat as much as we all did?

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We did convince him to join us at Acme Oyster House, where 97% of the menu is fried.  I had the BEST fried oysters ever.  To die for.

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Jason, Colleen and I took a little streetcar ride to… actually… I’m not sure.  We got lost.  But the streetcars are nice!

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Full day 2: Jason, Colleen, Ellyn and myself took a plantation tour about an hour outside of NOLA, just off the mighty Mississippi River (which is gigantic).  First stop, Oak Alley Plantation.  Totally haunted.  And very pretty!

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This lady was our tour guide.  This picture really captures it: she’s in all the garb of the era, but wait, what’s that on the mantle?  A plastic daiquiri cup.  Which she drank while she gave us the tour.  “Ya’ll… this is the dining room.  Ya’ll, they all ate here.  It was hot, ya’ll…”  And so on.

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None of this furniture is original to the house.  But you can’t sell a plantation tour unless the house has furniture, right?

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This picture is a little creepy.  I took it through a window, and you can see me in the reflection in the mirror.  You can also see, just to the right of me, a ghost.  Legit!  I captured an image of a ghost!  (I’m calling that little green bit and the purple bit a ghost.  Roll with it)

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The second plantation we saw was Laura Plantation, which is more of an original creole-style plantation.  A really fascinating story–a couple came over from France to start a sugar plantation.  They built this house, then just before the first harvest, the husband died.  So the wife inherited the whole thing and was allowed to run the business (back when women couldn’t tie their own shoelaces without asking a man’s permission).  And then, when it comes time to pass the business along to the next person in the family, she picks a daughter (not her son!) to run it.  And then she picks a girl, and so on.  Only women ever ran this plantation, which is pretty cool.

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This is also cool–a bonfire!  They light it up on Christmas night so that Papa Noel knows where to come.  Apparently the whole town has bonfires.

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There were more ghosts at this plantation as well, although I didn’t capture them on film.  We were standing in a bedroom during the tour and the guide told us that this man and woman were totally set on their daughter being the next in line to run the plantation, but she developed acne and they were worried that would ruin their chances.  So they took her to a doctor, who gave her a shot to cure the acne, and she died instantly.  The parents came home and the mother sat in this bedroom and never left the room until she died, like twenty years later.  Can you imagine not leaving a room for twenty years?  And the guilt of your daughter dying because you thought her acne was ruining her business prospects?

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We came back after a day of plantations and walked around a bit more.  Not too far from our hotel we stumbled upon the Supreme Court of Louisiana/Court of Appeal Fourth Circuit.  Such lawyer nerds.

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Day 3: we visited the National World War II Museum, which is absolutely phenomenal.  If you go, don’t miss the movie.  It’s a “4-D” movie experience, complete with snow that falls on the audience and seats that rumble.

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Clark Gable!  Swoon!

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On Saturday morning we decided that we really needed to go eat something before we boarded our ship.  Because people starve on cruise ships?!  We visited Mothers, home of the best ham ever.  I completely agree.  I would also add that their biscuits are to die for.

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Next… our cruise!