I just got my latest ComCrap bill. My credit balance is down to $416.73. I'm not finished with them yet, but I've had bigger fish to fry. In the form of Lowe's and AT&T.
By the way. If you're ever in the market for a major appliance, go to Sears. If you value your sanity, that is. I needed a refrigerator for one of my rental houses. I called Lowe's to see how long it would take to get a fridge delivered, and after pressing 8 for appliances (had to listen to 1 through 7 first, of course,) someone answered. When I said I wanted to check the delivery wait for a refrigerator, I was told to hold for the appliance department. Why the FUCK did I have to suffer through the phone tree?
Surprisingly, an "associate" answered within a minute or two. The operative syllable being "ass." Dude was channeling Barry White. I told him I needed a fridge, and asked him if they had any good deals on a dented floor model. He said, and I quote, "Come see me and I'll show you something good." I said, "How much is it?" He said, "It retails for $2,800, but I can give it to you for $1,400."
I told him that was out of my budget, but I asked him how long it would take to deliver an in-stock model. He said three to five days. I asked if that was three to five business days or three to five real life, powdered-milk and peanut butter days. He told me to come see him and he'd see what he could do.
So somewhere in the primitive portion of my brain, there sprung a vision of Sears. Which was especially appealing since there's still a Non-Mall Store about 3 miles from my house. So adorably anachronistic. Which makes me think of Gimbels. Horn and Hardart Automat.The Sears Christmas Wish Book. Quick Curl Barbies. The picture in the 1972 fall catalog's men's underwear section with an unfortunately (or not - depending on how you see it) well-endowed male model's member descending below the level of decency.
Wow. I digress. Bottom line, though, is that there's a real refrigerator residing in the rental right now. Hallelujah.
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