The smell of wine and cheap perfume

Yesterday was brutal. I had a host of unthinking errors made by members of my staff to contend with along with an excessively busy day. And added to the thick of things was me attempting to work out a time for Christopher, the guy I was buying my bed off of, to deliver it to me. I'm of no mind to relive the hell I went through at work, but I'll delve a bit into the frustrating and suspicious nature of the bed sale. I began the telling of this tale in a previous post, but for those of you who haven't read that post and have no plans of wasting any more time on my page than is necessary, I'll start at the beginning.

This guy Christopher posted on his Craig's list ad that he would deliver the bed free of charge and immediately. Well, he stuck to the first part of his pledge but he did not hold true to the latter part. It took him three days to bring me the bed. From Thursday to Saturday, he blew me off five times. He'd tell me he'd bring the bed to me after work between six and seven, and wouldn't show up. I'd call him and he'd tell me was sorry, that something came up, and can we do it at noon the following day. Before noon would hit, he'd call and reschedule to after work. When it was close to quitting time at work, he'd call again, and reschedule for the following day. I wasn't too bothered by his indecisiveness---after all, he was bringing the bed to me---but I was sure starting to become frustrated. If it was any other kind of sale, if I was buying a car or a computer off of him, I would have walked away from the sale, but it was a bed and I figured there weren't too many ways I could get fucked over on a bed sale.

When Saturday rolled around, I received a call from him imploring me to be at my house at noon so he could drop the bed off to me. I told him I'd manage it but it would take some finagling. When noon approached, he called and told me he'd be at my house at twelve thirty. I told him I'd be there at that time but not much later than that. So, I went home for lunch and twelve thirty hits and I get a call from him. He tells me he's on his way and had just entered Massachusetts from New Hampshire, and consequently wouldn't be arriving at my house any time soon. I was starting to hate this guy. I arranged it with Bob TV that he would stick around and scope out the bed for me. I told Christopher that if Bob TV didn't like what he saw, whether it be a dip in the mattress or the stench or urine, he would walk away from the deal. Christopher didn't like hearing that and told me I'd love the bed, that it would be my new best friend, and there would be no problems. For reasons evident, I had my doubts.

I went back to work and about twenty minutes after I returned, Christopher called me and told me he was on Rte 2 and would be arriving at my place shortly. Finally, I thought, this mess would be over soon, for better or worse. Two hours passed and no word from Bob TV or Christopher. I called Bob TV and he told me no one had showed up yet. I called Christopher and he told me something else came up and he was running late and wouldn't be able to get to my house until after I got out of work. I was miffed, but I thought it was probably better that way because I'd be there to inspect the bed.

Thirty minutes later, Christopher called and told me he was about ten minutes from my house. I asked him how that was possible, considering that just a half hour ago he was nowhere near my house. Unless he was traveling inter-dimensionally, I didn't see how this could be. He suggested I call Bob TV to make sure he'd be at the house to let him in. I replied that Bob TV was now out of the equation and that if anything was going to happen, I'd need to see the bed myself. He then had the balls to recommend that I leave the money in my mail box for him so that he could just leave the bed on my porch and go. Livid, I told him there was no way that was going to happen and that I was really beginning to reconsider things, that I suspected him of trying to screw me over. Either he meets me at my house after work or no deal. That put him off and,with a grumble, he told me he'd call me back.

When he called me back twenty minutes later, he agreed to meet me at my place after work and told me he and his helper would go grab a bite to eat somewhere close by. He begged me to get home as soon as I could, because he had places to go. I told him I'd do my best but I wasn't making any promises. I had taken control of the matter and was setting the terms.

I left work physically spent and grouchy, as ifI had just been in several minor car accidents. When I got home, I called Christopher and summoned him to my house. I was pleased that I was physically spent and grouchy because in that state of mind, I wouldn't take much guff from anyone. So when Christopher arrived in his pick up, I was ready for him. He had long black hair held back in a pony tail and his clothing matched his hair. His helper looked like an aging Irish thug, but was pleasant enough. A couple of visages from the rogue's gallery, to be sure. The transaction lasted a few minutes. I checked the bed out and was pleased with its condition. I paid Christopher and he left. A few seconds later, he walked back in the house and told me he thought we agreed to fifty dollars more than what I paid him. I disagreed with him. He told me he's never forgotten a thing in his life. I suggested to him there was a first time for everything. I then told him I'd be happy to give him the bed back if wasn't happy with the proceedings. We don't have to do that, he told me, we'll just take off the fifty for the inconvenience he caused me.

For all the hassle, it was worth it. The bed is in great condition. I bought some Beech sheets for it today. I've never had any sheets like it. The material is soft and stretchy and airy. I took a nap today and I felt like I was wrapped in silk. With this new set up, I'm going to have to sleep a lot more.
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Last night, Kreg, Mike, Jaegan, and I watched the Weng Weng movie. Luke Warm, though he was the one who rented the flick, opted out of watching it with us. Let me tell you in no uncertain terms, that this movie is well above average. I must find a copy of "For Your Height Only" and purchase it.

It's muggy and I'm considering putting in my air conditioner. I'm not sure if I will, but fret not, I'll notify you if I do. Until then, I bid you good night.