Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
were you actually able to find the phone number?
Yes, Odin bless Google.
I have to tell you a secret. When a library patron is giving me an especially hard time about finding an out-of-print book (& they're willing to purchase), I give them the Amazon 1-800#.eeeeeeeeeevil librarian.
I dunno. Is gut wrenching considered aerobic?
Amazon will raise your heart rate faster, but Triathalons will keep the blood pressure down overall.
Tam try www.gethuman.com/index.aspa rather useful site.
Hmmm, I've called them a few times in the last few months, and I've never had a problem. I always use the Contact Us button on the help page and they call me within a minute, usually I'm talking to a person in three minutes.
Problems, Tam? I ask because I hit your tip jar and your wishlist yesterday; Hope there are no issues there. Anonymouse
'Win' a triathelon is so cool, go for it! Everyone can talk to a human at Amazon.com, as soon as they know the secret handshake...
Earl, I looked at it the other way - winning a triathlon IS humanly possible.
What's holding me up in the triathlon is that so few bikes have ashtrays or beer bottle holders.
"I ask because I hit your tip jar and your wishlist yesterday; Hope there are no issues there."No, everything's cool now. (And Thank Yew!)What happened was this:Every month, $20 or $30 winds up in the Amazon tip jar. When I moved to Indy, I didn't close out my TN checking account, but left only two things tied to it: My Amazon Tip Jar and my monthly AOhelL bill. My bill gets paid automatically, and every so often I can spend the difference on a bead or trinket. (Why I maintain the AOhelL thing is a long story...)I noticed that the automatic deposit that's supposed to happen didn't, and so I manually requested a transfer. It wouldn't let me. So I tried to talk to a human and find out why.As it happens, the problem was safely on their end and not mine, and is all fixed now.
Just trying to help pay the sock ransom. Oh, and here's your ashtray: www.x-tray.com/ (you just KNEW some smartazz would find one, right?)
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