Cow Flatulence

 Today is my Friday.  My weekend begins tomorrow.  Piles of laundry are already stacked down the hallway, and one load is already in the washer.  Yippee!

There was a steady stream of customers at the flooring desk yesterday.  I had to remake a set of blinds for one customer who is... bad.  Supposedly, this person got a written estimate from the Lowe's up in Bloomsburg and someone at our store up in Bloomsburg promised to price match.  We never, ever price match special orders.  There are too many variables.  And this customer decided to buy her blinds at our store in Mechanicsburg because she lives here.  Bloomsburg is an hour and a half away.  Believe me, the lies flew thick and deep, but because one of our associates not only promised to price match, but called down to our store to insure we did so, we had to eat a large chunk of revenue.  This will never happen again.

And yesterday, I also received a query from a prospective Amazon customer about the Epson printer I bought.  Occasionally this will happen when you give a product a good review.  Some of the questions are pertinent, and some are just plain stupid.  Recently, I've begun sending back smartass answers to the dumb questions.  Yesterday's inquired whether the printer I purchased could fax.  Since being able to fax is a selling point, that feature will be listed in the description.  Epson isn't going to surprise you.  My response to the question:  read the description.  

Uncle Joe's giving a speech this evening.  I probably won't watch it.  So far, his approval rating hasn't taken a hit.  I understand the GOP is furious he hasn't given them a target.  And they're getting desperate.  The bit about taking away your hamburgers was... knee slapingly funny.  Evidently, New Zealand has been working on ways to make cow flatulence less damaging to the environment.  I respectfully suggest we try to find a similar solution for Republicans.