They said the gas dude would be by in two to four hours, and that was at a little before eleven.
At 3:30ish, I called Bobbi at work to let her know she might want to shake the tree at the gas place and see if anything fell out.
At around 5:00, the gas dude finally arrived.
Ah, well, I guess I can go to the bank tomorrow.
Meanwhile, my stomach's so empty my belly button is rubbing a callous on my backbone. I'm going to go find something to make the owie empty hurty feeling go away.
Gas dudes are never prompt. It is the way of things.
ReplyDeleteGas dudes, electric dudes, water dudes,cable dudes, etc etc etc......
ReplyDeleteI think its a requirement for the job.
LP Gas? That's what comes to mind when I read "gas dude"
ReplyDeleteLate? And you're surprised??? :-(
ReplyDeleteIf you know you are hungry you are doing better that a lot of folks around here. If you can fill your belly, then you are doing better that people over there.
ReplyDeleteTwo Words, Pizza Delivery
ReplyDeleteThat's why they invented pizza delivery. (Or you live in an urban center.... Chinese delivery.)
ReplyDeleteBBQ?
ReplyDeleteAlso interesting co-inky that I read this post just after coming upstairs from making sure my furnace's pilot would light.
ReplyDeleteI also vacuumed off the burners.
The weather folk are predicting highs only in the 50's Wednesday and possibly frost Thursday morning.
25 degrees and frosty this morning, but the roads are clear, and the motorcycle got me to work just fine.
ReplyDeleteWe bled the air out of the radiators yesterday afternoon, and when the furnace kicked on they were all toasty warm right up to the top.
Ah, fall in Minnesnowta.
They meant 2 *plus* 4 hours. So, a little befgore eleven, plus 6 hrs, gives you 5 o'clock.
ReplyDeleteI must say that in the last few years, the cable dude at the Curmudgeon Ranch has been not just prompt, but also efficient and knowledgeable, and willing to fix things in the cable wiring that weren't really his responsibility to fix. Yes, I am talking about Comcast. I don't believe it myself.
ReplyDeleteThe AT&T phone dude, while working inside a "we'll be there sometime during the day on $DATE" window set by corporate, at least was good enough to contact me by cell phone to let me know he was on his way...and once arrived, climbed a pole where he spent about an hour cleaning up bad connections in a splice. In a sleet storm. And then joked about it. And gave me his card and said, "I'm in the area all the time, let me know if it starts to act up again and I'll come fix it."
Sometimes you get lucky and the repair dude transcends corporate stupidity. Doesn't happen often but when it does, it's nice.