recipe for a black hole
Yesterday was the third time we've had guys from Lowe's at the house trying to install a new washer and dryer we bought. I had never dreamed it would be so difficult for someone to put in an appliance into the same spot where an old one was already hooked up. I could go into detail, but it's not really important. Just don't trust delivery guys to be able to do anything other than deliver.
At one point the guy turned off the water to the house, but then asked to go to the bathroom. When he came out five minutes later, my wife made him wash his hands with our emergency water we keep for hurricanes. I wish I had been home to see that, it must have been great.
You know that phrase “going to my happy place?” Every day now on the drive to/from work, I'm Rob The Lottery Winner, driving my Jaguar from my swanky loft in downtown San Francisco out to my mountain cabin for the weekend. I hope the maids have stocked the fridge.