Which to be perfectly honest, would pretty much be my entire life but especially today.
He even went out of the way to make sure I realized it.
I have since apologized and thanked Him for that because I most certainly was being an asshole.
If you read the previous post, you will know that the first thing I did earlier today after only one cup of coffee, was to go out and coat the back deck with a copious amount of a mineral oil based concoction to seal it up.
That took a while and pissed the Wifely Unit off but good.
So later on I went back out there and raked up six freakin’ full yard debris bags full of leaves but mostly pine needles off of the Arbor Vitea trees that line part of the back fence.
That shit about croaked me.
It’s dense as hell and heavy. First rake it up away from the fence and out from under the bastards, then pick it up by hand and put it in the wheel barrow, then pick it out of the wheel barrow and put it in the bags.
My lower back was screaming at me.
After I got done with that I had to come in the house, take a few Tylenol and put my feet up.
I sat here for quite a while until the back spasms let up and then got to thinking about going out in the garage.
That led to me thinking about needing a little tool box again and that led me to the Lowes website.
The Wifely Unit was still mad but was in the kitchen making dinner type noises.
The local Lowes web site showed having two of these in stock and they are about ten minutes away.
Yeah, OK. If I hurry up and do this Dinner should be done by the time I get back.
What the hell was I even thinking?
I get down there and of course they don’t have any out on the floor so I had to go hunt some guy down.
He him’s and haw’s and and says he doesn’t see one.
Hey dude, I checked your website before I bothered coming down here and it said that you have two in stock.
I was trying to look it up on my phone to show him.
I did find a picture from a different store with the model number.
He gets out his inventory type phone looking thing and looks it up. Yep he says, it says here we show two in stock.
I’m thinking I really found a live one this time.
I could have sworn I just said that.
Then he says that sometimes their inventory is off. Then I’m thinking to myself that I can certainly understand how it would be hard to keep track of NOT JUST ONE BUT TWO Roll Away tool boxes, THE SIZE OF SMALL REFRIGERATORS.
So then he says he will have to go in the back and look and that it might take ten minutes at least.
Then he says to me that if he finds one he will come back and let me know!
I stopped him in his tracks and told him that if he finds one, BRING IT BACK WITH YOU.
Like I want to wait for you to make two trips?
AYE CARUMBA this guy is something else!
Off he goes and I wait.
And I wait and I wait.
Fifteen minutes later he comes around the corner pushing a cart with a Craftsman box on it. COOL!
I gave him a thumbs up, thanked him and took the cart from him to head to Check Out which was only about 15 feet away.
Off he goes to wherever he does his thing and I only have to wait for one guy in front of me.
I already know I am late for dinner at this point and I already know The Wifely Unit is going to be even more unhappy about that.
I push the cart up to Check Out, the chick reaches out with the scanner and she looks at me and says that will be $199.
No, it’s on sale for $129 honey.
Total confusion at this point on both of our parts.
I tell her here is the part number, the guy had a picture of it AND that part number and your website said you had two but he had to go in the back to find it.
Here comes another chick while I am explaining all this and the first thing she says is that the box the guy brought me is a 5 drawer box and I wanted the 4 drawer box.
Here we fucking go.
Of course now there are four people waiting on me to get my ass out of the way.
The second chick takes off to go talk to yet some other guy in the tool section, the first chick is asking me if I want to buy this one or wait for the obvious conclusion to this clusterfuck when they tell me that they do not have the one I came in for after all.
Boy howdy am I hot by this point.
I looked at her, the now SIX people waiting in line behind me, had the reaction I was going to get from the wife when I got home anyway flash before my eyes and said FUCK IT.
Ring the fucking thing up, I don’t have the time nor the patience to play with you people anymore.
With tax and out the door, $199.
Then I had to load the fucking thing in the back of my truck.
Here I thought my back was hurting earlier.
Got home, unloaded the damn thing and shoved it in the garage.
Of course everyone else is done with dinner by then so I threw a couple big slices of Ham on a plate, slid the rest of the now cold mashed potatoes on it and sat down and ate.
About half way through eating, The Wifely Unit asks why I went to Lowes so I told her, to get that little tool box I told you about three days ago.
She goes outside to have a smoke, I finish eating, she comes back in the house madder than ever throwing a fit that I spent two hundred bucks on this thing. So then I told her what I just typed in here.
I figured I might as well go all in at this point.
She sits down to watch television and plot her revenge I assume.
I go out in the garage to unbox this fucking thing and put the wheels on it.
I get it out of the cardboard and see that this is an exact replacement for the one I am throwing out.
Two drawers and a cabinet at the bottom. The lid for the front cover is in the hole loose so I reach in and snag it before I start finding the wheels.
That’s when I saw it.
I hadn’t been paying the slightest bit of attention after the fiasco at the check out counter nor when I loaded and unloaded it out of the truck, I was too busy being mad myself.
Lo and behold, there is a little Top Box bolted inside the bottom cabinet!
Bigger than shit, I just bought a set instead of just a bottom box.
So I throw it all together and have a look see.
Cute little thing ain’t it?
Oh there’s more.
So I get it back inside and I’m looking at this thing. That Top Box is pretty little all right but what kinda bummed me was that it doesn’t have any small drawers up at the top like the one I got back from my brother.
It’s sitting on the ground a couple feet away.
I look at the new box and then look at the old Top Box.
A couple times.
Then I says, no way, it couldn’t be.
Dug around, found a tape measure and measured the old Top Box and the top of the new bottom box.
Bigger than shit I think it will fit and it does!
That was what I was after from the very get go!
So now, I have a bonus little Top Box I gotta find a spot for.
You can see what the difference is here.
There are 3 small drawers at the top of the old box. Perfect for punches and chisels and crap like that I need all the time.
So even though I was being a dick and an asshole throughout the whole ordeal, Jesus knew what I needed even if I didn’t realize it the whole time even after I opened up the box and even then, until I realized the old Top Box would fit right on the new cabinet.
Have a new Top Box while yer at it kid, maybe lighten up on the asshole thing too.
I am going to get some drawer liner material before I fill them both up to the point of bursting.
Now I have to work on The Wife.
That is going to prove to be a tough sell but I’ll give it my best shot. She has been putting up with my ass for ten years at this point, as a matter of fact our 10th anniversary is coming up in August.
I’m sure it will be a couple days before she settles back down.
Lucky thing I have to work tomorrow.