So… I don’t think it takes Paul Revere to know that the tarrifs are coming and that right soon. Knowing that, there’s certain large purchases that we have been trying to get out of the way. Our old sectional has been a trooper keeping up with us, but it just wasn’t big enough for a Mouse. P.lus we’re super particular with the way the living room is set up (we each have a 65 inch screen mounted to opposing walls so we can face each other when we game or surf. Yeah, it’s weird, but it’s how we like it.
All of this is to explain why we replaced a 6 piece sectional with two oversized barrel chairs with ottomans. Room for us, room for pups to snug, and opened up a lot of space in our area.
Or, it will once we get BOTH of them.
You see, when I placed the order with Amazon, due to it being large freight, it had to go through a specialized carrier that they stated would set an appointment before delivering.
Days go by, there’s no one calling to set an appointment. After a week, I start calling and chatting up customer service to ask what gives. There’s no real answer, just ‘hey can you be patient and wait for the carrier to call you maybe?’
Fine. I’m a little annoyed cause, you know, four dogs, including one giant puppy that doesn’t always have her brain firing on all cylinders that have to be locked up, plus like.. yall are holding over a thousand dollars of my money and can’t be troubled to be even vaguely useful in finding out where my stuff is.
Yesterday it was Thanksgiving here in the US. Me being me, I had done all the cooking on Wednesday while Rick was working so we’d have the day off with no pressure.
Ha.
Around ten am, Rick’s phone rings. It’s the bloody carrier, telling him they are having trouble finding our house, could we lock up the dogs, move the courtyard gate, and move the car in the driveway to let them bring in our chair?
That’s right, wabbit. Only ONE chair. Rick, being an extremely perceptive and wise man, takes the delivery, puts the chair together and puts it in my spot. I start calling customer service to find out where the shitbiscuits my other chair is.
“Ma’am, I can’t help you, they are closed.” With zero irony. And yes, I did call back this morning, got the same absolute lack of anything remotely resembling help. I’m about a dozen phone calls deep now, no end in sight and I can’t even.
Adjourning to my comfy new chair that has already been thoroughly field tested by the corgi, we settle in for our morning routine and get to chatting like old settled people do.
Me- Well, at least I’m ahead of the game on the holiday stuff, cause all my shopping for you is done. I’m really looking forward to seeing your face when iit gets here.
Rick- Oh? I guess I know it isn’t my chair then.
I told him I was cancelling the order for his non chair goodies.
I lie sometimes too.
Dear and Constant Reader, I hope you are finding what feeds your soul.. yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Happy Holidays!
Curiouser and Curiouser 