Why didn't anyone ever pick up the flaming phone?
Why couldn't they have just cut a check for $12 and mailed it back to me with the tag?
How the hell did Bogar manage to open his collar so he could trash the inside of the car again?
How do I make my voice do this?
So. Today, I finally got through to the contractor foreman. "Oh", he says. "Because of all the rain, we haven't done any work this week for anyone. We don't want to have the roof open if it rains." I say, "I would have liked to know that that was what was happening." "Hello?" , he says. "Are you still there?" Right.
"So", he says. "We'll be there first thing Saturday morning, with a carpenter and everything we need, and we'll get it done this weekend." Saturday. This weekend. Remember how I had planned to relax a little, clean the house, etc. this weekend? Well, me bucko, you can flush that one down the crapper too. The only good thing is that Bogar will definitely not be here to go apesh*t all over the place.
I swear, if it weren't for Plan B, nothing would ever happen around here.