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Above is a picture of where our bed should be tonight...flowers have been placed in memory of our old beds. We have no bed to sleep in tonight as our new bed did not arrive as planned. Although told it would be here after 3pm, they tried to deliver it at 2:15pm today. When we arrived at 2:30 we found the little light on our phone blinking, with the number of the delivery men on the display. We called back; they were upset we weren't here at 2:15; we were upset they didn't arrive after 3pm; their cell phone happened to "stop working" after they learn we are upset....30 minutes later they finally answer the phone; the truck is "broken" now, so it will be impossible for them to deliver it today. I am learning here that if there's a deliver stay the whole day, not part of it. We will sleep on the couch. We celebrate by going out tonight and happen to break the salt shaker, spilling salt across the bar when we arrive. The waitress tells us we are in for bad luck...hahaha...so we toss salt over each shoulder. First thought that crosses my mind....
...unlike Harry Dunn and Lloyd Christmas there is no Sea Bass...it works: on the way back I buy a litre of cold, cold Cruzcampo. The old man at the corner store takes out a bottle with frost on it, tells me it's my lucky day as they found this one at the bottom of the fridge and it's the coldest bottle of the bunch. They sold over 3,000 litres this week and this was the last one from their delivery, he said. "Been there for over a week". He is right... No links for today |
