I just used the internet to find out what was on my porch.
One day, while out of town on business, me & another lawyer spent about 30 minutes on the phone with Dell customer support regarding the shipping of a new printer cartridge-- they still couldn't locate it by the end of the call. When we were describing the call to another lawyer, he said, "Did you call the front desk [of the hotel]?"
"No..."
"Let me get this straight. Before you called the front desk, you called INDIA?!"
My Dogs Playing Poker say "Got Kittens?", so I managed to combine the two.
I still miss my Star Wars checks.
My checks have turtles on them. Go on, act surprised.
The electricians have returned from the hardware store, and are presumably doing something with the stuff they brought back. I've decided that the best course of action is to stay in here where the air-conditioning is, and wait until they tell me they're finished.
I just checked. I burnt four numbers in my cheque-book since 2003. I don't pay rent, though.
Rent is evil.
don't they realize it's new SciFi Friday
Dude! New
Battlestar?
Color me gone.
My checks have flowers on them.
Kind of not-me, anymore.
My checks are completely generic - the kind that an accountant might use.
I pretty much only write checks for rent and parking.
Paying for parking. If they don't want the car that brought me, they don't really want me. They can bloody well go hump a duck.
Pay parking is evil.
There is a lot of evil in Gus's life.
Middle aged men on TV don't get laid. Do the women?