I busted my a$$ to get it done this weekend, because Tuesday my new toy was to be delivered.
Yes. Was to be delivered.
The dealership called while I was out there lifting box #8624—a heavy box, containing books we may or may not read again, but were unwilling to part with—onto the top of box #8623; they won’t have a thing they need to deliver until Thursday.
No, I don’t know what "thing." They aren’t open again until Tuesday, but rest assured the Spouse Thingy will call and find out what the deal is.
Ideally I’d slap a hitch on my car, rent a motorcycle trailer, and go pick it up myself. But the ideal is tainted by the fact that a hitch would likely run over $150, not to mention the cost of renting the trailer. Delivery on it is less than that, a lot less.
I’m annoyed. Very annoyed.
On the flip side…I’ve gotten several really good workouts hauling all that stuff around. I feel like I should be buff.
Feel being the operative word.
:::jiggles arm flab:::
I want my bike.