So about a month ago, the nice lady from Biola postal services calls me to tell me there is a FedEx Package for me. My curiosity is aroused. What could it be?
But I forget to pick up the package. So Lisa Philips reminds me again, and I get Kathy to pick it up for me.
And Kathy calls me and tells me its from some mysterious address I've never heard of.
I've been praying for a million dollars. "Well, God," I think, "here's your chance!" ;)
But it's no million dollars.
It's the arm to my Walmart chair. Six months later.
Any creative suggestions for what we could use it for? The remainder of the swiveller is surly severed by now, a dejected heap in some Walmart dumpster.
Didn't Tocqueville have something to say about this whole cheap manufacturing thing? Take me back to the aristocracy!
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