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To: Gauguin who wrote (6775)	1/30/1998 6:01:00 PM
From: Cheeky Kid	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I think I have entered the twilight zone here. Everyone spells differently than me, they speak in strange laugages, Am I Loosing My Mind? Holly.....help....

To: Gauguin who wrote (6775)	1/30/1998 7:47:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Tuesday my garage door wouldn't open. Well-it hasn't opened really for a very long time. Well, wait-it opened but it screamed and stopped after 12 inches or so. And we had to shove the garbage bags out under the door. If they were too fat they wouldn't go, and then we had to stomp on them. But we got by. We don't park the cars in the garage so it was ok. (We have an Oriental rug on the garage floor after all) But Tuesday the door wouldn't move at all, no matter how much I pushed on the button thingy, and it was garbage day, so I gave in and called Action Garage Doors; the name appealed to me, our doors being inactive, it seemed appropriate and optimistic somehow. They said they could be here in two hours. Pretty impressive. And they were on time, which is beyond impressive-it's like- unheard of in the home services area. So when the doorbell rang I was ready to love this guy. I rushed to the door and omigod, it was Kiefer Sutherland! I kid you not. A very short, sortof brain-damaged Kiefer Sutherland, you know--those lashless pale eyes and that long lip. Well, I've seen An Eye For an Eye. And even though there was no birthday cake around, I went on alert. We stood and looked at each other for a bit. Finally I said, "Are you garage door fixer person?" Now, was that dumb??? What if he hadn't been? I had just given him the perfect reason to enter my home. "Yup." he said. "Do you need to look at it from the outside or the inside?" I asked. Because if it were from the inside, I had to let him walk through the house. "It's hard to tell much from the outside, ma'am, if it won't open." Oh-he was good. I led him through the house to the garage. He walked over to the door and studied it. "It's sagging in the middle- needs two braces. That's 160.00." "Ok..umm-well. Ok." Gosh, that seemed like a lot. "Just call me when you're done." So I came back to the computer-you know-if anything happened I could maybe type out an SOS and one of you could call 911 or something. Anyway, he comes in and says,"Ma'am. The door's braced but you need a new biddlyjobbie. The motor's not working. That's another 125.00." "What's wrong with the old biddlyjobbie?" I'm suspicious. First I ever heard that a biddlyjobbie could just go like that. "It's leaking. I'll show you." So he takes me back to the garage and pokes at this thing and some stuff flakes off. What can I say? My husband's in Las Vegas. The garbage stinks. OK-well-ok." SO I go back to the computer and wait and a little later he calls, "Ma'am? Do you have a 9volt battery?" Of course I don't. So I go take it out of the bathroom scale, which I don't like anyway. It never says the same thing. But not any more-now it can't say anything. Ha. And he puts the battery in the opener and the door goes up, just the way the scale always did. 285.00. Most expensive battery I ever bought. I wrote a check. As I handed it to him, I said,"Today is a good day to die." I couldn't help myself. I've seen Flatliners five times. He smiled vaguely, Kiefer on lithium. "Yes, ma'am. You have a nice day now."