Pardon me while I pout.
Hurricane Charley is going to hit Tampa sometime today. I feel for them that live there. My sister lives on the other side of Florida (the Atlantic coast) and said she was going out to get supplies (beer, soda, snacks). I told her those supplies sounded about right to me.
Since there is something about Virginia that screams “other states please send us your problems”, we’re expecting backlash from Charley (know where trash goes to die? Virginia. Look it up we’re a huge dumping ground for other states). Saturday night we’re expecting winds that could knock over trees. Great. We still haven’t gotten all the wood taken care of from the last hurricane that kicked through. I can hardly wait for “winds that could knock over trees”–that is exactly what the local weather dude said on the radio this morning.
Other problems abound. Directv sent their incompetent dish installer a few weeks ago and as the asshat did not show up when scheduled he never came in the house to actually point the dish to the new coordinates. We no longer have local channels. It was so bad that when we called Customer Service, the other night, the phone rep said “I recognize your zip code”–in other words, lots of people were screwed by the asshat. They can’t send someone until sometime in mid-September. I was not on the phone (the better-half was handling it) but I screeched loud enough that the phone rep immediately refunded us two months worth of local channel charges. Damn straight. You know what that means…no Olympics. The absolute horror. I can’t stand that thought. I can’t believe I’m going to miss ALL OF THE OLYMPICS BECAUSE SOME MORON DIDN’T DO HIS JOB. May you rot in Hell.