This morning my new microwave oven was delivered.
The delivery started out well. The truck arrived at the ideal time, around 10 AM. Morning deliveries are best for me.
From my computer desk in my home office, I can see any traffic that goes by the road in front of our house.
As I was talking to Pat on FaceTime I see this huge truck out front. "Oh no!" I said to Pat. I don't want them driving up our driveway, which so many delivery trucks do.
I've had them stuck in the grass when they try and back out.
Make deep ruts in the grass when they back out.
Run over and damage my sprinkler heads when they back out.
Run over and damage the flagstones that line the daffodil garden beds that line both sides of our driveway.
I've had it all folks.
"Get the dolly out guys and bring the box in that way!"
Some years ago I had a heck of a time getting one delivery guy out of my driveway, the wheels of his truck were embedded that deep in the wet ground along our driveway.
I managed to get out there in time to warn them.
Three masked guys came in. Even masked I could tell they were all Hispanic. Language challenge here.
They were pretty efficient in taking out my microwave after asking me to put a plush town on the cooktop and getting them a step ladder and removing my condiments from the top cabinet above the microwave so they could pull the plug and put the new plug in.
However it was all for naught folks. They couldn't get the new microwave oven in. The frame was bent. Someone obviously dropped the box the microwave was in.
Try as they might they couldn't easily slide in the new microwave as the above video shows. They tried so had the one guy almost lost his pants.
After I refused to accept it and they took it back.
I cancelled my order.
My old microwave is back in place.
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| My old microwave oven back in place. It's a GE Spacemaker. Although a little creaky, it still works. I'll keep it until it gives up the ghost. I like it better anyway. |
The beat goes on.
