I couldn't think what else to title this post, other than how I feel today: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I have to have everything packed up by the time I leave Sunday for Xmas, and so far there is still a whole bunch of junk all over my house. I need to get rid of my stupid couch that weighs 900 pounds and has pick marks all over it from my little furry daughters, but for some reason no charity in this f*cking town is willing to get off their butts and come pick it up. The conversation I had with the Habitat ReStore manager this morning alone is making me want to just set the house on fire and run away.
ReStore Lady: You wanna donate your COUCH?
Me: Yes, that's what I said.
RSL: Unh. Well I just don't know.
Me: You don't accept furniture donations?
RSL: Aw, yeah, we do.
Me: But not couches?
RSL: Yes, we do.
Me: What don't you know then?
RSL: What?
Me: Sigh. Nevermind. Can you pick it up?
RSL: Prob'ly not.
Me: You don't have a truck?
RSL: Yeah, we got a truck. Do you have a truck?
Me: If I had a truck we wouldn't need to have this conversation would we?
RSL: I was just gone say--if you have a truck you can throw it on there and drop it off.
Me: I don't have a truck.
RSL: Unh.
Me: I'm going to hang up on you now.
RSL: Aw right, sugar. God Bless Jesus.
Is it the 29th yet? Is it the 29th yet?
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