irish sportscar
i am the proud new owner of an irish sportscar. also known as a minivan. it's a '97 dodge grand caravan se and i bought it today! my car, mine, all mine. big enough for me and gabby, too. i gotta get plates and tags for it at the dmv on monday, but it is mine! i am so excited about this car. no one gave it to me, no one loaned it to me, no one else can claim it. i worked my ass off for this and earned every dollar of that car myself. i want to urinate on all the tires to mark it as my territory. ok, maybe not that....
as a follow-up to that skungy harp story of the previous post: the owner got mad at me for cleaning her harp. i didn't even charge her for the labour or the polish or anything, i did it all for free, for the sake fo the harp. apparently, the harp had belonged to her teacher, who had willed it to her when she died. the woman was keeping the sweat stains as some sick kind of memorial to her dead teacher. now, i could understand saving photos, music, locks of hair, maybe even broken strings. but, come on- sentimental sweat stains on an instrument with which you earn your living?!?! to me, that's just gross and bad for business.
the woman was a twit anyway. she couldn't even replace her bass wires herself, she claimed they hurt her hands. so she sent the harp to the shop to have the wires replaced. we only charged her for the cost of the wires, about 92 bucks. not for labour, not for the cleaning and polishing her harp got, not even the cost of mailing the strings. and she complained about the price, about the missing skunginess, about the brand of strings we used (the absolute best brand, btw) and about the fact that she had to deliver her harp and pick it up herself, howard wouldn't drive to her house for her. that's the last time she gets our services. bitch.
i have a car!
as a follow-up to that skungy harp story of the previous post: the owner got mad at me for cleaning her harp. i didn't even charge her for the labour or the polish or anything, i did it all for free, for the sake fo the harp. apparently, the harp had belonged to her teacher, who had willed it to her when she died. the woman was keeping the sweat stains as some sick kind of memorial to her dead teacher. now, i could understand saving photos, music, locks of hair, maybe even broken strings. but, come on- sentimental sweat stains on an instrument with which you earn your living?!?! to me, that's just gross and bad for business.
the woman was a twit anyway. she couldn't even replace her bass wires herself, she claimed they hurt her hands. so she sent the harp to the shop to have the wires replaced. we only charged her for the cost of the wires, about 92 bucks. not for labour, not for the cleaning and polishing her harp got, not even the cost of mailing the strings. and she complained about the price, about the missing skunginess, about the brand of strings we used (the absolute best brand, btw) and about the fact that she had to deliver her harp and pick it up herself, howard wouldn't drive to her house for her. that's the last time she gets our services. bitch.
i have a car!