Spring Break, that is...
I would put up pictures of China Girl, but at this point she's just curled-up panels of black. The falaise is rather tight with itself.
Several weeks ago I ordered some of the discontinued colors from Rowan, and since Carolyn told me she usually waits a long time for her orders, I was prepared to wait. But the order showed up on my credit card statement right off, yet I waited...and waited...and waited. So this week I called them and they had no record of my purchase right offhand. After a little digging, come to find out that my order went to someone else. Obviously, that person isn't about to return the yarn, or she would've done so already, since it shipped three weeks ago. Which is terribly rude of her, I think--I mean, if she's a customer, she knows how much that stuff costs, and even I, with my questionable morals, wouldn't keep $70 worth of merch that isn't mine. People do it all of the time, though. Twice I've ordered stuff that got delivered to the wrong house (very nearby houses), and neither time did the people do anything about it--like cross the f***ing street or walk a few hundred yards. Plus, both times I had to go through lots of pain-in-the-ass stuff with the vendor and the shipping company. Airborne is very helpful; UPS not so much. Airborne at least delivered to the right address on the east part of the street, rather than the west (which was easy to do on a street that's three blocks long, if you don't know the street), while the UPS guy apparently couldn't read numbers and just dropped the box off wherever. Oh, and both times this happened it was with gifts. You know, it's one thing to steal from a large corporation, but it's completely something else to rip off some random person who's got no relation to your life whatsoever. And these people probably didn't think what they were doing was wrong. Maybe they thought of it like the coke bottle in The Gods Must Be Crazy, and decided to form a cargo cult. Oy.
4:48:30 PM
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