Two More Tidbits
Aug. 12th, 2010 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drpaisley1) Wednesday, the Nebraska Furniture Mart truck showed up to take away the now-empty dead freezer. For a variety of reasons, the exterior of the freezer had bits of rust on it, and looked like it had died of some nasty disease. According to Rohanna, who stayed home to wait for them, one of the two guys looked at the dead freezer and complained about its appearance, and said he wasn't sure he wanted it in the truck with all the nice new appliances they had yet to deliver.
"How about we just haul it out to the curb for you?" he said to Ro. She allowed as how this was not acceptable, and the guy persisted, saying that there were lots of "salvagers" who drove around the area and would take it away. She didn't say anything, just looked at him, and then watched as the took it up the Dorothy door stairs and into the truck.
2) Got home last night, and the weather report was showing potential pop-up storms, so I ran over to Home Despot to get a cover for the baby coffin grill and Artie, which fits nicely under one of the side trays. Grabbed a couple of other things, and headed for the auto checkout. I scanned in the drain cleaner, and then the second item, which was a can of Rust-o-leum high-heat spray paint to use on the coffin after I got all the rust out of it. The machine beeped at me, and I saw the following message on the screen:
"Please show your ID to the clerk"
I turned around and looked at the two young men (both African-American, 'cause I live in the 'to, doncha know), and of them glanced at his screen, looked at me, and started typing. At this point, I realized what was going on, and said to them "Oh, yeah, I'm goin' tagging with my BBQ paint tonight." They tried hard, but couldn't help cracking up. Point for moi.
"How about we just haul it out to the curb for you?" he said to Ro. She allowed as how this was not acceptable, and the guy persisted, saying that there were lots of "salvagers" who drove around the area and would take it away. She didn't say anything, just looked at him, and then watched as the took it up the Dorothy door stairs and into the truck.
2) Got home last night, and the weather report was showing potential pop-up storms, so I ran over to Home Despot to get a cover for the baby coffin grill and Artie, which fits nicely under one of the side trays. Grabbed a couple of other things, and headed for the auto checkout. I scanned in the drain cleaner, and then the second item, which was a can of Rust-o-leum high-heat spray paint to use on the coffin after I got all the rust out of it. The machine beeped at me, and I saw the following message on the screen:
"Please show your ID to the clerk"
I turned around and looked at the two young men (both African-American, 'cause I live in the 'to, doncha know), and of them glanced at his screen, looked at me, and started typing. At this point, I realized what was going on, and said to them "Oh, yeah, I'm goin' tagging with my BBQ paint tonight." They tried hard, but couldn't help cracking up. Point for moi.