I got a text from my "leasing agent" (a kid named Pete who sounds old enough to be my son) at 10 o'clock last night that an appliance removal team would be here between 7:30 and 8:00 to take this shitty old dryer out of my life.
Thanks for the heads up, little Petey. Maybe I'll buy him a glove for tee ball this year.
Afterwards, we have to go to work, so I have someone sitting in for the new dryer delivery. This person hates dogs and people and knows nothing about appliances, electricity, or ventilation. Time to give the cell phone a good charge.
What's happening in your world?