Thanks for being bold enough to bring this travesty to the forums’ attention.
First of all before this tragic event is like water under the bridge. Let me ask you a few questions. Did the shock of the pad failure cause you to faint and fall down and possibly get hurt?
Did the alarming condition of your response pad failure cause you to lose sleep have a change of appetite or just screw up your general outlook on life
Will this preventable failure guide your decisions on future purchases?
Now let’s get down to the brass tacks…
Firstly, the pads themselves are white. Technically speaking, this may work for you if you get this case to court.
Secondly, although the color blue is normally related to the male gender, we don’t want to jump to any conclusions here and offend somebody. So… Do you know the gender of the yo-yo? By any chance do you know the pronouns the yo-yo normally uses? He/she… Him her… They them… it yo-yo?
Do you feel that yo-yo factory blatantly shrugged their responsibilities to provide the purchasers with an 18,427 explanation of the 363 things that could possibly go wrong during the ownership of the product?
Do you feel that yo-yo factory is living the highlife right now on an extended Tahiti vacation solely financed by your three dollar purchase?
Is it possible that you suffered such a traumatic emotional event that when shopping at target in the future, you may shy away from buying clothes in that particular color directly due to the fact that seeing that color will bring back the nightmare and you may wake up screaming in the future?
PS… I am very concerned with your case for two simple reasons. The first would be my never ending fight for justice for the small guy for the little guy for the average man at least a man that uses he him as pronouns.
Because I myself am in a dilemma. I feel like I’m in the bottom of a cavern with no way out. The most tragic thing happened to me just the other day. I was at Costco and I bought a 27 gallon barrel of vanilla ice cream. it was only three dollars so it was a deal I couldn’t pass up. I left the store and continued to make the stops on my shopping list. Successful in my endeavors I eventually ended up at home. My dismay and disillusionment, I discovered that the big barrel of ice cream had turned into a puddle of melted sadness.
The barrel of ice cream had a 27 page booklet with comprehensive instructions on how to deal with this frozen delight. I read all 27 pages of the booklet, including staring at the blank rear cover for 10 minutes just in case I saw a Vision that might appear like magic. Resolved that I had read and completely comprehend it every page of the instruction manual, I was very, very disappointed that they never made a mention they never made a warning they never gave one inkling of information that might suggest if the ice cream was subjected to anything other than coldness, it might melt away to the point of being useless.
I tried to blame it on myself. I considered that I should’ve just used a logical and reasonable mind to draw conclusions that just naturally make common sense without having to consult a crystal ball or the World Wide Web.
But I feel in my heart of hearts that the company could’ve gone to the extra trouble to let me know every conceivable thing that could possibly go wrong with my product in order to keep me from being a lunatic, and suggesting that it was their fault for my brainless behavior.
Bottom line is simple… I think you have a case… I think you should proceed… You need a good lawyer….
Life will go on…
