Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I Am Not Happy!
I am not happy. Sometime yesterday my icebox broke down. I didn’t notice it until around two something and by then I was getting ready for bed and didn’t have time to search for my warranty or call a repair man or nothing. I go to sleep, go into work and get home to a very stank house. Yes, my house has gone from smelling like fucking fish, to a slaughter house. I am not happy!
So, since today is trash day, I grab a couple of plastic trash bags and dump everything. Sucks, to be me right. Then I take a nap, because I am exhausted and missed the phone call from the station, telling me that need me in City Court. City Court my ass! Let the bastard get away with whatever traffic violation he has committed. Sure, I can get a day off for missing court, but I have more pressing matters to attend to. Like seeing if I can find my warranty on this fucking refrigerator.
I clean out every junk drawer, look through all the papers I can think of and find paper work on my washer, dryer, oven, black and white portable tv, blender, IRA, fence, and everything else, but not the fucking Maytag refrigerator. I am pissed, because I have only owned the damn thing for like five years and it has already broken down. I thought Maytag shit was suppose to be the bomb. This shit is not the bomb, but it is the shit.
So, anyway, now I have to find a repair man, because I need my refrigerator to be working. Forget about the basic necessities of food, I can’t drink warm water. I just can’t do it. I need the damn thing fixed just so I can have water to drink. So, I go find my yellow pages and start flipping through the damn thing, in search of an appliance repair person. So, I’m flipping through the pages and it dawns on me that I can’t read a damn thing in the damn book. Well, that’s not true. I can read the phone number, but that’s it. Nothing else.
Why the hell is my yellow pages in Spanish? Seriously, why is the only yellow pages in my house a Spanish one? What the fuck?
So, I go online in search of a repair person. I need my damn refrigerator fixed. I am not happy! The repair place I found, that services the area that I live in, told me that they charge forty-five dollars, just to drive out. That, of course, is deducted from the price of the repair. The repair could be anywhere from one hundred dollars to a little over four hundred bucks. If it turns out the be the latter, you can bet I’m tossing this bitch ass Maytag and going to get me a something brand new.
I am not happy! I can’t believe I can’t find the warranty on this bitch! I know I let the store talk me into a ten year extended warranted. I just know they did. Problem is, I can’t remember what store I bought the damn thing from. Doesn’t that suck. I am so mad right not…I mean, I am not happy!
-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.