Wow, it's been a while, ain't it, Pilgrim?!
Here's the Helen story I promised.
We bought a stroller , like, last July. It was on supersale. The carton had been opened, but all the parts seemed to be there. Well, this weekend Tool Time Boy here finally gets around to the dreaded Assembly Stage. Got the thing together, flipped it upright, and lo! One wheel is four inches off the carpet. Seems that one of the yellow tubular steel structural members is bent all out of shape in several axes. Like John Goodman sat on it, or Roseanne backed into it in the garage (car optional). Push it, and it runs in circles. Bummmmer.
So we load the Pretzel Pram into the trunk of Her Car and head across the swamp end of the Bay to go back to the store and raise righteous consumer hell.
We get there after battling some really insane traffic (Helen in her tortoiseshell is fussing nonstop) and pull into the parking lot. It's strangely empty. I get out and stare thru the plate glass. The floor is empty. A forlorn Going Out of Business Sale banner drags a corner across the dusty aisles.
Haven't had the heart to offload it from Her Car. |
