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"This is Firefly Talking! Send Help at Once!" - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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"This is Firefly Talking! Send Help at Once!"
Help is on the way!

Some sources faster than others:

My never-ending car saga, aka "I'm So Tire-d," should finally be coming to a close tomorrow. It should have done so yesterday, given that I gave the place two hours to either get one tire repaired or two replaced.  It took that long to tell me they could do neither: the right rear has two nails in it in spots precluding patching, and the brand and size they'd recommended (and priced out) for me in May had been discontinued, with nothing else in my size available, either.

After court today (with prayers the PSIs would hold- and they did:), I went back to the guy I usually see there and told him the tale.  He gave me a choice: either he would drive out to Brockport (a good two hour round trip) to get back the ones they'd 86'd, or he'd put on a better rated pair for the same price- and he'd do either tomorrow.

I went with the latter. So by this time tomorrow I should be less leaky.


As for being more sparky:  that will be Thursday. My longtime electrician client will be here that afternoon and will stop over to make the needed connections so the cooktop can get cooking.


The final fix won't be for a few weeks, at least, due to some other Mysterious Plans of ours, but our landlines are going to be coming out. One of the last straws was having some asshat remodeler calling repeatedly on the home landline this afternoon.  Its caller ID was spoofed to 000-000-0000.  I dealt with it thus:

Me: ::silence::

Him: He-loooooo!

Me: He-loooooo!

Him: Am I speaking to the homeowner?

Me: No, I'm a burglar, breaking in. You might want to call 911.


In some sick, sad way? I may actually miss some of these;)
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yesididit From: yesididit Date: June 15th, 2015 10:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
when i was a super duper smart ass teenager my mom used to give me the phone whenever telemarketers called and i'd cheerfully piss them off to no end. sometimes i'd string them along making them think they'd struck luck with me, then i'd tell the carpet cleaning place sorry we have hardwood floors throughout the house. i just wanted you to know what it feels like to have your time wasted. other times i'd pretend to be a little kid and tell them all about my new dolly. i'd drag the conversations out to waste their time. and sometimes i'd find new and creative ways to leave them flabbergasted and hang up on them. it was a fun challenge at a time when i was positively bursting with smart-assery.
warriorsavant From: warriorsavant Date: June 16th, 2015 03:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
No longer have a land line. My pet peeve about phone calls is b/c of caller ID. Sometimes they get the number wrong (plus there have 1-2 times when Hedgefund actually dialled someone at random). One ends up getting calls:

Me: "Hello"
Other person: "Did you call me?"
Me" "Who's calling?"
Other person: "You'd called me."

Where the conversation goes from here depends how snarky I'm feeling at the moment, and how much spare time I have to tool around some idiot who expects me to know telepathically who he/she is.
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