The refrigerator became quite mischievous around the end of December, the dishwasher had been fickle for about a year, and I'd been kitchen-twitching for 3 years over a mixture of black and white appliances. It was time to deal with it. Delivery wouldn't-couldn't be before April 20th, and with my selections made, my patience had flown the coop. So we drove two hours to grab the goods.
As the young men were loading the truck, Charles stepped out to say he'd brought some straps to use on the load. Oh, no, no, no. They were required to use their ropes and do the tying. "Okay. That's fine. I'm sure you guys know what you're doing anyway and have had lots of practice." They secured (*cough*) the goods against the cab, in the bed of the truck.
Imagine our dismay, when the moment we hit the highway, we heard a swoopfloop sound, and while this wasn't the precise image from our then vantage point, we were instantly aware that this had happened:
So we traveled two hours, on a windy day, with that behind us and hoping it would stay behind us, rather than leaping to the pavement. We dared not try to rectify the problem, because then it would be our fault, if the cartons went over the rainbow. Upon our arrival at home, we took photos, because we'd stopped for sandwiches along the way and spotted this:
Who knew whether or not that rope had damaged the contents of the box, so we might have to prove what the knuckleheads had done.
But all was well, we're all matchy-matchy in the kitchen now, and Purrle and I are a couple of fat, happy cats.
As the young men were loading the truck, Charles stepped out to say he'd brought some straps to use on the load. Oh, no, no, no. They were required to use their ropes and do the tying. "Okay. That's fine. I'm sure you guys know what you're doing anyway and have had lots of practice." They secured (*cough*) the goods against the cab, in the bed of the truck.
Imagine our dismay, when the moment we hit the highway, we heard a swoopfloop sound, and while this wasn't the precise image from our then vantage point, we were instantly aware that this had happened:
So we traveled two hours, on a windy day, with that behind us and hoping it would stay behind us, rather than leaping to the pavement. We dared not try to rectify the problem, because then it would be our fault, if the cartons went over the rainbow. Upon our arrival at home, we took photos, because we'd stopped for sandwiches along the way and spotted this:
Who knew whether or not that rope had damaged the contents of the box, so we might have to prove what the knuckleheads had done.
But all was well, we're all matchy-matchy in the kitchen now, and Purrle and I are a couple of fat, happy cats.
| Every way of a man is right in his own eyes: but the Lord pondereth the hearts. Proverbs 21:2 |
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Purrle = Lavaplatos-puss
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