I have one hour, so let’s get into this thing without delay. Well, right after I pour myself another cup of coffee… OK, I’m back. Yum. This Wegmans store brand is pretty damn good. What kind of coffee do you drink? Do you jump around from brand to brand, or are you loyal to one? We used to be loyal to Eight O’Clock, but they’ve raised their prices to a point of ridiculousness. What am I, Ted Turner? Ha! The next item will prove that clearly ain’t the case.
Yeah, I need to address something unpleasant here: the t-shirts from 18 months ago, or whatever it was. A few of you are asking me about them, and I owe you an explanation.
The whole thing was botched, obviously, and I handled it poorly. I’m embarrassed, and offer my apologies. My plan is to honor all orders, and never sell anything directly to you guys again. If there are products in the future, they’ll come from a middleman, like Amazon or Zazzle. I’ll be out of the picture. I can’t have something like this happening again.
In a nutshell, I chose two shirt designs that I liked. One was fine – the black one. But the gray one was a BIG mistake. It was so detailed, and had so many colors, etc. nobody wanted to touch it. Or, they said they’d do it for something like $24 per shirt.
During that process, which dragged out for weeks, there was some kind of household disaster. I can’t remember what it was, possibly the exhaust system in Toney’s car. We were in a situation where we had to pay for thousands of dollars in car repairs, or she wouldn’t be able to get to work.
So, like the U.S. government raiding the Social Security fund… Yeah, you can see what happened. And you can probably see why I don’t like to talk about it. It’s humiliating. But please know this was never my intention. I mean, seriously. I’ve had dozens of nightmares about this, and every time I think about it, my heart sinks.
I have the black shirts, and will mail them out as soon as possible. And I have an old quote for the gray shirt, and will see where we stand with it. It was just under $1000 to have them printed. Obviously, I chose the wrong design. Holy shitballs! But I will juggle things around in the budget, and get this thing rectified, once and for all.
I’m sorry this happened, but please allow me a little more time to fix it. Money is tight here at Chez Kay, but I’ll figure out a way to make this right. I don’t want this return to TheWVSR to be tainted, and feel like it is. I’ll fix it, I promise.
Now on to more pleasant things…
The older boy is back in school, and is taking a Sociology class. On the first day the professor – a woman – came waltzing in wearing a black shirt with the word CUNT printed on it. She was trying to make some kind of point that sailed right over everybody’s head. Can you imagine what that class is going to be like? Should be interesting, for various reasons. Insanity can be fun!
And when I was planning to go to West Virginia a couple of weeks ago, I took my car to Sears Automotive for an oil change, and to have the tires rotated. I bought the tires there, and figured I’d take advantage of their free lifetime rotation offer.
I told the guy I would be doing a great deal of driving, and asked him to make sure the tire pressure was correct, etc. He assured me they do that automatically.
Fast forward to a couple of days later… and my tire light is on. What the? I checked the pressure, and the ones on the front had 38 pounds in them, and the ones on the back had 29 pounds. There’s supposed to be 33 in all four. Bastards!
I brought the ones on the back up to 33, and let the ones on the front go. The light went off, and a few days passed. Then it came back on, while Toney was driving. She took it straight back to Sears, and told them to get that shit under control, once and for all.
One of the tires was damaged, they said, and needed to be replaced. I have Road Hazard, so it cost almost nothing. But, get this. They lectured her about the front tires being over-inflated. I wasn’t there, but I know Toney could barely wait for the guy to take a breath before she let loose on him. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty.
But, what the hell? I specifically told the guy I’d be traveling and needed them to check the tires. And… I don’t even know what they did. It’s inexplicable. Can somebody explain it to me? What in the skidmarked hell?
And I need to go to work now. For Questions I’d like to know the brand of coffee you’re partial to, at home. And I’d appreciate it if you could tell us about the most batshit crazy teacher you’ve ever encountered. The good kind of crazy, or the bad. It doesn’t matter. Also, any guesses on that Sears crap will be welcome.
I’ll be back soon. Probably tomorrow.
Have a great day, my friends!
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