Join me in Snarkville

Being snarky is the only thing that makes this place enjoyable. After all, if you can't laugh at others, how do you feel superior?

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Location: Snarkville, Left Coast

Treat me no differently than you would any Queen. I rule my Snarky kingdom with some kind of dignity, but I refuse to add grace. I rule with my Prince of a husband (he can't be King, since he married into his royal title) and my son the Duke of Snarkville.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Can you tell me why....

...if you know I need my car on a flatbed to the shop, WHY would the tow company send a normal tow truck out to TELL me that the flatbed doesn't run until 8am???? And don't answer that they didn't know they could call --- they knew both that I was at home AND my number.

The tow truck guy (who smelled vaguely, or completely like SKUNK) told me that with these longer tows many people don't go with their cars -- so he was hoping to get my information and let me go on my way --- SO -- perhaps this wasn't all that weird --- but I was delighted they we here in 20 minutes --- but sad when it turned into a wait until 8am.

Now, why couldn't the two truck driver just have TAKEN the flat bed instead of the other truck???

These are the questions that haunt me at night.


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