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Tuesday, December 06, 2005  
Who Says There's No Good Left in the World?
During this time of the year, with finals upon us and the burden of finding new classes for next quarter looming, we as students seek to find relief from these pressures through any outlet. Some use Facebook stalking as one manuever, others check AIM away messages. I, on the other hand, looked to my Jack in the Box combo meal, in hopes of obtaining a promised complimentary antenna ball. As I drove away from the drive thru window, and reached into my bag for some curly fries and the ball, my hand could find no ball to grab. As I grew more panicked, I knew that the inevitable had happened: my ball was nowhere to be found.

Upon consuming my Jack's Spicy Chicken combo, I did what any self-respecting person with a buttload of finals coming up would do: I emailed Jack in the Box customer support.

Hello,
I have been a long time customer of Jack in the Box and am a huge fan of your restaurant chain. Recently, I visited a Jack in the Box as I often do. I was so elated to have yet another Jack combo for lunch. However, as I drove away from the drive thru window, I realized that I had not been bestowed with a holiday antenna ball, as promised in the Jack in the Box ad campaign. Is there any way to rectify this issue without having to revisit the restaurant? I don't need to tell you that it would be quite embarassing to ask for an antenna ball while waving a receipt in the cashier's face. I thank you very much for your time.
Sincerely,
Pasha Bahsoun

Now, I wasn't intending on actually putting the ball on my beauitful Mustang's antenna, but dag nabbit, I wanted justice. The email went out, and I received a confirmation email stating that I would be contacted within 24 hours.

No one responded.

One week later, coincidentally after a particularly depressing UCLA football game (I don't need to tell you which), I desperately needed a pick-me-up. I opened my mailbox and what do I find...

By golly, the folks at Jack in the Box just wanted to surprise me. They didn't notify me of their kindly gesture beforehand but chose to wait for my elated response when I received the care package. Good people exist in this world. Not all corporations are money grubbing power-mongers. Some companies care about their customers.

I see a Sourdough Jack or three in my future.
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