Posted by Baron Greenback [64.5.146.13 - ] on 13 March 2003 at 01.03.56 ZuluTime:

I got a message from Hunter today. Which was a good thing. The message wasn't. The message was a horrible, disgusting, nasty, vile thing that should be staked three times with five types of wood before being burned and scattered to the four winds after being dashed in dasani or evian or some other bottled water. But, I had had four beers when I was listening to the message.

I don't recall exactly how it went. I erased it. But, it was something close to this:

"Hey, it's me. You know that laptop that was supposed to arrive yesterday? Well, it's not here. So, go ahead and jump to your miserable doom whenever you find a convenient cliff, should you not find a handy pocketknife in the meantime."

Anyway, I called radio shack back. This was great, because I still had a little in me when I called. The conversation went like this:

"Hey. My name's **** ****. I was wondering about my laptop. Maybe you guys have a tracking number or something? It didn't arrive when you guys said it would."

"Hold on, let me put you in touch with someone that can help you."

Note to everyone: If you can't help, DO NOT ANSWER THE PHONE.

"Hello, Gurney Mills Radio Shack, this is George"

"Hey George, where's my laptop?"

"Can I have someone call you back after we check up on that?"

"Sure."

Mental Note: I hate Radio Shack.

So, I get driving.

Two hours later:

Lemme finish later....

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