Table Tennis
Sis is rearranging the basement as I type this. She's getting it ready for the new table tennis table father got for mother. She loves table tennis.
Dad and I went CT to scope out the table. Actually--don't tell anyone this--but the reason I went was to get mixing bowls. They were on sale, 3 for $10. They had cool rubberized bottoms so they don't slip while I mix my latest cake concoction. Anyway, I saw the table and promptly remembered Dad had plans to order an expensive one in a couple of weeks. He was ecstatic at the price. So off we went.
It was funny. I was looking for my bowls as he pushed the little cart looking for the table. I was laughing 'cause obviously he didn't know how big those tables are, especially the regulation-sized ones. I went off in search of my bowls. Upon my return to the sports section, bowl in hand
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I just saw the new arrangement and it blows. Two feet clearance is not enough. Elbows are sure to hit the walls. I told them, but does anyone listen to me? NOOOO. Anyway, easy fix. But still a freaking waste of time.
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Back to the story. Bowl in hand, I returned to find father talking to two customer service trolls. A blonde girl and an asian-looking dude. They were young but they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. Apparently, the tables are huge and will not fit into a minivan. They'll fit a truck nice and fine, but they're a tight fit even for one of those extended minivans. Not a big surprise there. But Dad still insisted that they would fit. An asian man with his son also insisted that it would fit in their minivan. "The seats are all flat and even," he protested as he made an flattening gesture with his arm. I snickered. Those tables are too damn big for an empty van, let alone one with its back seats still attached.
Blondie insists the tables are too big. Dad finally relents and says "We'll put it on the roof." I nod. The roof! I never thought of that. We hardly ever, in fact, we have never used the roof rack on the van. What a waste of money that was. After ensuring that we have cables to secure the load, Blondie tells asian CS guy to get two tables from the back
It took forever. Oh, and we did not have cables. So, had to buy that. I got so impatient waiting for the tables to arrive that I paid for my bowls and the cables, hoping to pass the time.
The box was huge. Asian dad and his son were surprised and disappointed. They only had one table left. And it was for us. Heh. Too bad for them. It's not like it would have fit in their van anyway.
It took a while to secure the box on the roof, but Dad's rope-tying skills are like a seaman's. Heh heh, seamen. Wild horses couldn't move that box off the van. Crazy wild horses with fangs and wings and claws coming out of their hooves. I was impressed.
Well, there's no hiding the box from mom so might as well assemble it tomorrow instead of her birthday. Perhaps she'll think that's our big present. Cool. She'll be totally blown away by The Perfect Ring.
Dad and I went CT to scope out the table. Actually--don't tell anyone this--but the reason I went was to get mixing bowls. They were on sale, 3 for $10. They had cool rubberized bottoms so they don't slip while I mix my latest cake concoction. Anyway, I saw the table and promptly remembered Dad had plans to order an expensive one in a couple of weeks. He was ecstatic at the price. So off we went.
It was funny. I was looking for my bowls as he pushed the little cart looking for the table. I was laughing 'cause obviously he didn't know how big those tables are, especially the regulation-sized ones. I went off in search of my bowls. Upon my return to the sports section, bowl in hand
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I just saw the new arrangement and it blows. Two feet clearance is not enough. Elbows are sure to hit the walls. I told them, but does anyone listen to me? NOOOO. Anyway, easy fix. But still a freaking waste of time.
<<<===tangent===
Back to the story. Bowl in hand, I returned to find father talking to two customer service trolls. A blonde girl and an asian-looking dude. They were young but they sounded like they knew what they were talking about. Apparently, the tables are huge and will not fit into a minivan. They'll fit a truck nice and fine, but they're a tight fit even for one of those extended minivans. Not a big surprise there. But Dad still insisted that they would fit. An asian man with his son also insisted that it would fit in their minivan. "The seats are all flat and even," he protested as he made an flattening gesture with his arm. I snickered. Those tables are too damn big for an empty van, let alone one with its back seats still attached.
Blondie insists the tables are too big. Dad finally relents and says "We'll put it on the roof." I nod. The roof! I never thought of that. We hardly ever, in fact, we have never used the roof rack on the van. What a waste of money that was. After ensuring that we have cables to secure the load, Blondie tells asian CS guy to get two tables from the back
It took forever. Oh, and we did not have cables. So, had to buy that. I got so impatient waiting for the tables to arrive that I paid for my bowls and the cables, hoping to pass the time.
The box was huge. Asian dad and his son were surprised and disappointed. They only had one table left. And it was for us. Heh. Too bad for them. It's not like it would have fit in their van anyway.
It took a while to secure the box on the roof, but Dad's rope-tying skills are like a seaman's. Heh heh, seamen. Wild horses couldn't move that box off the van. Crazy wild horses with fangs and wings and claws coming out of their hooves. I was impressed.
Well, there's no hiding the box from mom so might as well assemble it tomorrow instead of her birthday. Perhaps she'll think that's our big present. Cool. She'll be totally blown away by The Perfect Ring.
