I went for a 10 km run on Sunday morning. Very invigorating.
I went for another 10 km run this morning. Also very invigorating.
And I know you don't need or want to know this, but when I run I sweat like Paul Martin before a spring election. It makes one's T-shirt a little more abrasive than when dry.
Lesson to be learned from that:
Start to wear band-aids over your nipples or you're gonna have two callused nubs by the time the summer's out. You didn't need or want to know that either, but there you go.
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And another reason you can call me raw. Customer service, in general, pisses me off.
Amy and I attempted to return our son's crib to the toy store from whence it came this past Sunday. The receipt, which my darling wife retained (god bless her heart), was dated for March 2004. So we went in knowing it was over a year ago. And with any sort of toy or generic child-rearing paraphernalia, I would be fine with investing in something new. We already have done so and will continue to do so; we do, after all, have a young son. Things are gonna break.
But when the railings from your infant's crib start coming apart on their own through nothing more than regular use, something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Birnham Wood ought to be a little more doughty than that. The well-being of our offspring is threatened, dammit!! (Don't get between a pair of parents [pairents?] and their progeny's safety...)
Chick at toy store:
Sorry, it's past our return deadline so you'll have to contact Phisher-Pryce.
Voice at other end of line when calling Phisher-Pryce the next day:
I'm sorry but you'll have to contact the manufacturer for whom we are just the distributor.
Voice at other end of line when calling company X:
hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-hold-...
Disgruntled wife talking to previous voice before being on hold for freakin' ever:
I'M SORRY! But I've been getting nothing but the run-around for a day and a half now and nobody seems at all concerned that my son cannot sleep safely at night!! (Voice getting progressively higher as sentence gets longer.)
Now, all of a sudden, we're getting a replacement rail for the crib delivered by Wednesday and a complimentary rocking chair (for our trouble) for our son in two to three weeks.
Why do you have to be angry to get the better customer service?! It irritates me so that my nipples are getting sore just thinking about it again.
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