So... Bryan and I recently purchased our first brand new (as opposed to "new-to-us") "real" piece of "grown-up" furniture, a beautiful Chesterfield Bar.
Since it weighs just under 100lbs., it had to be shipped via freight. The confirmation e-mail I received stated that we would be contacted to schedule delivery, and that delivery times are Monday-Friday, either 8-noon or 1-5. Easy enough, we both have Fridays off. Right? Right??
Yeah, notsomuch.
Last Wednesday morning, we were contacted by a representative from the freight company at approximately 8:30 AM. We were told that delivery would take place Thursday between 1 and 5. Well, we're both at work on Thursday between 1 and 5, so Bryan asked if we could reschedule for Friday (you know, since we were told we'd have the opportunity to "schedule" the delivery). Not only was the answer a resounding "no," but we were also told that someone would need to be home to help them unload it from the truck (after I paid quit a bit for delivery to begin with). Not to mention, the rep was pretty snotty about it, too.
Bryan was fortunate enough to be able to get the day off, but only because he also happened to be nursing a terrible cold and wound up calling in sick anyway. They delivered the box and he got it up the stairs and into the apartment by himself - no small feat considering the size and weight.
When I got home from work, I noticed that there was something drawn on the box. I don't know who did it, whether it happened at the warehouse or in transit, but on the box is a pen-and-ink picture of.. ummm... ahem... male genitalia. With flames shooting out the back of the... ummm... let's just say "twins."
On Friday night, one of my friends christened it "The Cockrocket."
Definitely an interesting experience all around.
Posted by beenie at March 12, 2007 10:38 PM