Where'd he go with my pedestals???
For two weeks I've been waiting for the pedestals to my washer / dryer set to arrive at Lowe's. I was getting a little aggravated with them, because they don't stock them, and ordering them takes forever, even in this modern age. I could have paid $40 more and gotten them here in town, but my brother-in-law said he'd install them for me and have my older nephew mow and clean up my yard in exchange for me purchasing a new game console controller for them. Fair trade, I thought.
After calling every other day for two weeks and getting some concerned-sounding people who made me think I'd gotten ripped off for $400, they finally told me on Thursday night that my pedestals were in. The man I talked to went back to the warehouse to "put his hands on them" for certainty.
Because I was at my sister's house (invited for pizza and a movie) my b-i-l told me to tell them that we'd pick them up after noon on Saturday.
Saturday noon comes and I haven't heard a word from him. I was ready to meet him at Lowe's, but nothing... So at almost 2, I called him. He said to meet him there at exactly 2:00 and he'd get them for me. When he got there (at about 2:15 - I had a lot of time to browse the cabinetry and send the guy back to the warehouse and get them out) he said he had to work today and always switches mornings and afternoons with someone on Saturdays. Not sure what that meant.
So at the front of the store as they were loading them into his truck, I told him I was going to run on ahead to the house and get some stuff out of the way. He said okay, and that was the last I saw of him.
He never showed up. I waited all day for him to get here. I guess he meant that he was going to work, but how the hell was I supposed to know he was working that afternoon? He was the one who had offered Saturday at noon, wasn't he? Didn't he forget? So I lost all of Saturday on laundry and anything I might leave the house to do, because I thought he might show up any minute, pissed that I'd started an hour long load of laundry.
Now it's 24 hours later, and still not a word. I know he's not working today, so where the hell is he? My living room is full of all the laundry junk I cleared out to make plenty of room for him to work, and if I put it back, he'll show up. And I still can't leave the house, because as sure as I do, he'll show up.
After calling every other day for two weeks and getting some concerned-sounding people who made me think I'd gotten ripped off for $400, they finally told me on Thursday night that my pedestals were in. The man I talked to went back to the warehouse to "put his hands on them" for certainty.
Because I was at my sister's house (invited for pizza and a movie) my b-i-l told me to tell them that we'd pick them up after noon on Saturday.
Saturday noon comes and I haven't heard a word from him. I was ready to meet him at Lowe's, but nothing... So at almost 2, I called him. He said to meet him there at exactly 2:00 and he'd get them for me. When he got there (at about 2:15 - I had a lot of time to browse the cabinetry and send the guy back to the warehouse and get them out) he said he had to work today and always switches mornings and afternoons with someone on Saturdays. Not sure what that meant.
So at the front of the store as they were loading them into his truck, I told him I was going to run on ahead to the house and get some stuff out of the way. He said okay, and that was the last I saw of him.
He never showed up. I waited all day for him to get here. I guess he meant that he was going to work, but how the hell was I supposed to know he was working that afternoon? He was the one who had offered Saturday at noon, wasn't he? Didn't he forget? So I lost all of Saturday on laundry and anything I might leave the house to do, because I thought he might show up any minute, pissed that I'd started an hour long load of laundry.
Now it's 24 hours later, and still not a word. I know he's not working today, so where the hell is he? My living room is full of all the laundry junk I cleared out to make plenty of room for him to work, and if I put it back, he'll show up. And I still can't leave the house, because as sure as I do, he'll show up.
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