2002-02-19~~2:11 p.m.
Steve is a Shmuck
So I'm sitting here in my living room and from my vantage point, I have an excellent view of the large (but not large enough, believe me) box containing our new water heater. Why is the box still CONTAINING the water heater you ask? Well, I'd like the answer to that question, you know, the one second only to "what is the meaning of life?" as well. Alas, Steve and Milton have yet to prioritize us. It seems that Milton paid us another visit but was "called to an emergency" (aside: what could POSSIBLY be more emergent than the fact that we have taken cold showers for a week and that I in fact, had to go all the way to Oregon for a hot shower, and Maria luckily found one in Elk Grove, a bit closer than Eugene, but not that much). Milton simply dropped off the box and left a note with phone numbers and a most likely empty promise to return tomorrow to install it. I promptly called Milton's phone number and Larry answered. Larry suggested that Maria and I go to the gym down the street, take a tour, work out, and then use the showers THERE tonight. I laughed courteously, then realized he was serious. I carefully explained that although I belong to a gym myself, I wouldn't ever shower there because of the fungi factor. Then I hung up. I then called Steve. Steve promised that we'd have our water heater tomorrow. I mentioned that we are showering elsewhere, but he claimed that he has information showing that we have the same amount of hot water as before. Yeah, before the dawning of the age of fire? I was too tired of Steve after 2.3 seconds to even muster up the energy to be sarcastic and bitchy. I'm sure he will get the point when Maria sends our letter to the Bad Business Bureau. Steve thanked me for calling. What a putz.
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