As predicted, I did not work today. Not at FaucetCompany, anyway. Instead, I spent the day running errands. (What? You wanted an interesting post? Go somewhere else.)
After dragging my lazy ass out of bed, I headed to the nearby communal wash-house. I wasted an hour and a half watching scraps of material go in circles. After it stopped, I removed my raiment from the machine and folded it. If you can call what I did folding.
Directly, I meandered over to the Chinese buffet, where I attempted to close the place down. My attempts were unsuccessful, but I did experience the best service that I have ever gotten in any such establishment. And believe me, I’ve frequented many. Little China Girl never let me run out of flavored carbonic acid, which was really all I needed her for. I am very experienced at overloading my own plate. She didn’t offer a happy ending, but it’s not really that sort of place.
After my meal, I continued my journey, and ended up at the purveyor of walls, which, remarkably, had no walls available for purchase. They did, however, have a very rare and elusive product, to wit:
Federal target ammunition in 9mm Luger. I traded the swipe of a card for two boxes, and two more boxes remained after my departure.
I selected additional items, completed the second transaction and returned home. In entering the financial details in my ledger, I observed that the thieving bastards cheated me. The rotary tool advertised at $23.97 actually cost me $36.88, and the sorry bastards got fifty-eight cents for the garlic salt labeled for sale at fifty cents. The horror! I bought three!
After returning home, I watched as Dear Niece found a home for the purchased products. Some administrative tasks were then undertaken, ingredients thrown into the slow cooker, and now DN and I are attempting to become better acquainted with Messrs. DeKuyper and Smirnoff. I think we’re getting along swimmingly, but that is just my opinion.
Cheers!
Grumpy Bastard 