March 27, 2007

We can all breath a sigh of relief now. Well, I can.

The treadmill is in the house.

Well, not so much "in the house". More like "in a box on a cart in the garage".

Thor might want to be bringing some big bulky guys home from work to get that mofo into the basement.

Unfortunately, Thor is a computer programmer who weighs about 130 lbs. when he's soaking wet, and still wearing his clothing. As are most of the little programmers who work with him. Except for the really fat ones who are on the verge of a heart attack and shouldn't be lifting anything. Besides, you can't get them away from the buffet.

Gads. I'm just mean. But really, shake some candy into a candy dish in your cubicle and see how fast those chubby programmers come a running!

Anyway, at least it's getting closer to where I can actually use it.

Which one of you asked if I'd called the treadmill company regarding the shipping?

My mama might be a bitch but she didn't raise no fool. Actually, she raised pretty much a bitch, just like herself. Not only was the treadmill company contacted but I was just about to get ahold of the attorney general. The treadmill company was the one who contacted the departure shipping company who called the local shipping company who kept making up excuses when all they really wanted was more money from somebody (that wasn't us) so they could use a really big semi-truck with a hand-run forklift and a lift gate. It was the local shipping company who was sitting on the delivery. Hencetoforth, the nice delivery guy who brought it into the garage and moved it onto the cart that Thor wanted it on to (why, I don't know) did not get any tip whatsoever. Nor did he get a reason why he had to go the extra distance for free. I was going to let him know that I purposely wasn't giving him a tip and to take it out on the lying guy from dispatch, who's name is Paul. But I didn't feel like giving the guy an excuse. Unlike Thor, who thought I ought to call this Paul and give him a piece of my mind. Only, Thor thought I should do it before the treadmill was delivered, hoping to speed up the delivery. But you and I (and anyone with a brain) knows that this just leads to accidental treadmill dropping and pee'ing on boxes by men who work for shipping companies and have the mentality of the cardboard boxes they are shuffling and lying about.

Know what I'm sayin'?

So uh, yeah. The treadmill has arrived. My belly is full of sushi and there are two things of peeps in the house. I am not at a point in my day where I need to start complaining. I'll save that for after I break into the Reese's peanut butter eggs and have to work them off on a boxed 300 lb. treadmill that's sitting in my garage.

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