In the three hours I wasn't at home this morning UPS came and went.
Now, in order to get my books, I gotta rent a car service round-trip, go to Canarsie to the UPS joint, and get my package - prolly to the tune of $40.00 + tip.
It's times like this that I wish I still had that car I sold in 1989 - but only for about half an hour.
No, they won't send the driver back.
No, I can't pick it up before 8:30pm.
No, once you tell them you will pick it up, it won't be delivered on Monday.
HEY UPS, I WANT MY FUCKING BOOKS!
The title of this blog is the last line ever uttered (by Johnny Rotten) at the last ever (original) Sex Pistols show - San Francisco, 1978. Winterland.
The photo (man, I wish I had taken it, but I don't think I was old enough) is one of the most brilliant things I've ever run across on the Internet. 'Cause it's real. And it's evil. Just like UPS.
4 comments:
James,
Did you get the 12 book option? If so..you will have (3) packages not one (2 boxes of 5..and 1 box of 2). James..the books are heavy!!! Everyone that held the book at the opening last night commented first on how heavy the book was. Take a friend or a cart with you.
bt
My RSS reader was dorked... I didn't realize!
Sorry man!
that is one sexy bunny.
and i eagerly await my copy. after yer back from GA, o' course.
ok..so that bunny pic is like clown caliber scary...when I was a kid, I threw up on the easter bunny...he deserved it...
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