Hurry Up to Wait...
There’s a time in everyone’s life when his or her back says, “It’s time for a new bed!” Well, this is my time. Full of excitement and anticipating my new bed’s arrival, I hurried up to “wait”. Furniture guys are similar to the cable guys. They all give you that window frame of time that’s so ‘tentative’ that it makes you sick. “We’ll have our guys be there from 9-12 or 11-3pm.” “Which one will it be?” “Those are the time frames that we’re giving you.” “Well which time frame should I expect them?” “Between 9-12 or 11-3pm.” Does this make sense? Why don’t they just say 9-3? “Fine, so 9-3pm is my time frame.” “Okay.” The girl says, as if she didn’t give a rat’s ass about how long I would be waiting. The next day, (yesterday), I got up early and started cleaning up. Don’t ask me why I have to make the place immaculate, just so two big burly men can zoom in there knocking everything down anyway. I wanted to make it easy for them so they could get the hell out of there fast. It’s not like...