I can’t stand it when I order a single pea pod by mail and Peas Pods R Us insist on sending it a box the size of a small rhino. It’s so wasteful.
Earlier this year in Hawaii, I arrived at the car rental place just wanting to get to the condo after a long flight. I grabbed the keys from the car rental lady, not paying much attention when she said, “This is all we had”. I was just hoping it wasn’t a motorcycle, since there were three of us. Counting parking space numbers, I was disheartened to see this in our designated space.
Yep. That’s a Hummer H3, all right. Navigating a monster in and out of parking spaces, and climbing in and out of that thing without the aid of a forklift, AND traveling with a disabled relative isn’t the easiest thing in the world, I can tell you that.
This summer in Chicago, I called this car service to pick me up from the hotel to go back to the airport. This was set up as a group thing to transport many people attending a conference. For whatever reason, I ended up going back to the airport by myself, and the transportation coordinator tells me, well there’s this car that can pick you up in 2 minutes, but it’s the only thing we have available right now.
So I had to yell across the car to the chatty Cathy limo driver all the way back to the airport.
What a waste!
What if you called Rent-A-Hubby, and told the drone taking your order that, “Oh, I guess the tubby, farty one will do.”
And then a few hours later, the doorbell rings, and when you answer the door, some guy waltzes into your living room and makes himself at home while the delivery man says, “I’m sorry, but this is all we had.”
Do you know what I would do?
That’s right, I would look that delivery man right in the eye and say, “Well you’ll just have to take him back, because I’m sick and tired of all the extravagance and conspicuous consumption that has been forced upon me by you people. Out, OUT I say!”
Also? I would like to thank Crista over at the Domestic Goddess for this Over The Top Award. Thank you, Crista!
