Flap A goes into Slot B...
We got all of the damn baby furniture. I had to make THREE trips to a store called...get ready for this...Storkland (yes, it's a real store) to pick this stuff up. Only so much would fit in my auto at one time. Unbelievable. Now, it's all sitting in what will become the wee one's nursery. Well, not the last box that I picked up today. That one was so damn big that I had to wrangle my next door neighbor to help me get it downstairs. I just know that if had been a weekend, that little move would have cost me a six pack at least. My neighbor is a beer lover, to be sure. As he was leaving, he asked when I was going to put all of "the stuff" together.
And, the reason I have to put it together, is because the geniuses at Storkland (yes, I assure you, it's a real store) told the wife when she purchased all of "the stuff" that they would deliver it and put it together for a nominal fee. Totally fine by me. Picture my utter jaw-dropping display of incredulity (um, not) when they called to say "the stuff" was in but that the delivery person had left the company and they couldn't deliver it or put it together.
The real reason, I learned on, oh, I think it was trip number two, was that none of the remaining employees had a truck big enough to deliver "the stuff". Of course, my first thought was, "Go buy a damn truck...you're in the big and heavy box business!" But, of course, I held my tongue. It would be my luck that these guys would "just happen" to drop "the stuff" as they were putting it in my auto.
Where was I? Oh yes, my neighbor had asked me when I was going to put "the stuff" together. I sensed an opening, so I pounced with the ferocity of a polecat in heat. "Um, well, I was thinking this weekend. Whatchya got going? If you're in, I'll supply the pizza and cold BEER," I said, drawing out the word beer just ever-so-slightly. But, it was enough. He took the bait and now it appears that I might have not only him, but a buddy of his with power tools and knack for putting this kind of "stuff" together.
Stay tuned, sports fans. Things could get interesting around here.
-la
And, the reason I have to put it together, is because the geniuses at Storkland (yes, I assure you, it's a real store) told the wife when she purchased all of "the stuff" that they would deliver it and put it together for a nominal fee. Totally fine by me. Picture my utter jaw-dropping display of incredulity (um, not) when they called to say "the stuff" was in but that the delivery person had left the company and they couldn't deliver it or put it together.
The real reason, I learned on, oh, I think it was trip number two, was that none of the remaining employees had a truck big enough to deliver "the stuff". Of course, my first thought was, "Go buy a damn truck...you're in the big and heavy box business!" But, of course, I held my tongue. It would be my luck that these guys would "just happen" to drop "the stuff" as they were putting it in my auto.
Where was I? Oh yes, my neighbor had asked me when I was going to put "the stuff" together. I sensed an opening, so I pounced with the ferocity of a polecat in heat. "Um, well, I was thinking this weekend. Whatchya got going? If you're in, I'll supply the pizza and cold BEER," I said, drawing out the word beer just ever-so-slightly. But, it was enough. He took the bait and now it appears that I might have not only him, but a buddy of his with power tools and knack for putting this kind of "stuff" together.
Stay tuned, sports fans. Things could get interesting around here.
-la
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