A Couple of Bitches

As I type it's just before 9:00 p.m. on Friday night, Leap Day, 2008.

I'm unhappy about two things, both quite small in the world of unhappy, but irritating nontheless.

First, the flat screen is being delivered tomorrow, so today I hauled in the ridiculously heavy box containing the TV stand that I bought, it weighs more than the TV. I laid it all out. The instruction sheet says that it contains 6 1 1/4" bolts. Nope. So I called the 800 number. A person answered! A nice young woman. I explained my problem. She pleasantly said they would ship and deliver within 7 to 10 days. When I noted that the TV would be delivered in the morning, she said I could go and buy the bolts and call her and they would reimburse me. I thanked her and said that I appreciated the offer; but, that getting back the buck fifty or so for the bolts wasn't worth the effort. She understood and told me she was sorry.

So, I have to get up first thing, make sure the cell phone is on so as to get the call, if it comes, from the store telling me that they are on the way, and run to Brookhaven Hardware, the home of absolutely everything you need for whatever it is you want to do, and run back home and put together the stupid table so they can put the TV on it. Just my luck, I'll be the first delivery.

Second and finally. Do not order a Papa Johns "The Meats" wheat special pizza. I sucks big time. I choked down two slices. I'm not sure that it was the wheat crust or the fact that it barely qualified as "warm." I'm about to publish this and see what's in the frig to eat - it was that bad.