Saturday, August 7, 2010

Wet Read

It poured last night.
It started around 4:00 a.m.,
the thunder woke me up.
It rained for a good hour.
Our newspaper is soaked beyond readability.
I said to Love Man, "Do you want me to call?
They will send out a new one."
We never do this.
I think we did this one time when the same thing happened.
In the past,
you could call and report a problem.
The delivery person would bring another one to your house.
Not anymore.
They no longer have Saturday hours.
I got a credit via computer for today's paper.
I then,
phoned their number,
thinking I was doing it wrong.
Same response.
So there you have it.