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Yesterday was... weird. To be fair, it ended with the possibility of never ending whiskey sours and any day with that ending has to be counted as good. Especially if someone else does the actual mixing and all you have to do is serve. Num. Today, by that definition, will also be a good day.
But yesterday began weirdly. Our fridge, you might recall, has been dead all weekend. It does this periodically. Enough to drive me batshit crazy, in fact, but not so often that you can just plan for it. So Mums calls and tries to figure out if their warranty is still in effect and if not, why the hell not as it should still be good for another two months at least. Also, to find out what's covered. Apparently the shelves on the door and even the door handles are "cosmetic" and thus not covered. She found this out when the guy arrived and they had a bit of a language barrier problem. Not that he didn't speak English, but neither seemed able to get the other to understand their version of English. For example, Mums tells him the warranty is good until June. "Oh-six-oh-eight?" ..."oh-nine." And so it went. He left, he came back. I don't know.
They also cut the water off for the morning because they were messing with the hydrant around the corner. When I went out to get the mail between fix-it guy's appearances, there was a big box on the porch. I wondered briefly why he'd left a box on the porch, but realized quickly it was proof the mail had indeed come. It had my name on it, but I haven't actually ordered anything lately. [Untrue, but everything I ordered has already arrived.] Huh. It's a fairly big box, too, and it doesn't seem like a bomb...
( So I grab the scissors and carefully slice through the tape... )
They both have a thing for Psych, apparently. I'm off to watch the last episode on my DVD and send it back.
But yesterday began weirdly. Our fridge, you might recall, has been dead all weekend. It does this periodically. Enough to drive me batshit crazy, in fact, but not so often that you can just plan for it. So Mums calls and tries to figure out if their warranty is still in effect and if not, why the hell not as it should still be good for another two months at least. Also, to find out what's covered. Apparently the shelves on the door and even the door handles are "cosmetic" and thus not covered. She found this out when the guy arrived and they had a bit of a language barrier problem. Not that he didn't speak English, but neither seemed able to get the other to understand their version of English. For example, Mums tells him the warranty is good until June. "Oh-six-oh-eight?" ..."oh-nine." And so it went. He left, he came back. I don't know.
They also cut the water off for the morning because they were messing with the hydrant around the corner. When I went out to get the mail between fix-it guy's appearances, there was a big box on the porch. I wondered briefly why he'd left a box on the porch, but realized quickly it was proof the mail had indeed come. It had my name on it, but I haven't actually ordered anything lately. [Untrue, but everything I ordered has already arrived.] Huh. It's a fairly big box, too, and it doesn't seem like a bomb...
( So I grab the scissors and carefully slice through the tape... )
They both have a thing for Psych, apparently. I'm off to watch the last episode on my DVD and send it back.
