To Vet or Not Vette?
Remember back last summer when the one word the Republicans were using more than maverick and McCain's "my friends" was vetting? All that talk about needing to head up to Alaska to properly complete the vetting process on Sarah Palin brought up images of them checking her hooves, teeth and rabies vaccination records.I've been doing some vetting of my own this week as I've been in an even worse holding pattern on my repair and service projects. The plumber just arrived 20 minutes late. Not a huge issue. The trash pick up guys who were to arrive between 10 and noon called to say they might make it a little before 1 p.m. It's now 1:05 p.m.
And remember the guy working on the refrigerator who started at the first of the month. After three and a half weeks of telling me that the refrigerant that he needed for the repair would arrive "in the next couple of days", I gave him a deadline of noon today to get back to me to confirm he was going to do the job or I was going with another firm. I fully vetted the new firm and they have five star ratings from three different independent sources. Ten minutes after my deadline of noon and finalizing my appointment with repairman number two, the first repair guy's number showed up on my cell phone and I didn't pick up, and he didn't leave a voice mail. So he's been vetted (or veted) out like a tick removed from a horse's rear.
I had an uncle who was a big Vette man. He said that was a great way for attracting chicks. Or did he mean ticks?
Labels: cars, Election 2008, household repairs, Sarah Palin, vetting
posted by Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) @ 1:06 PM
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6 Comments:
My stupid meth-headed cousin once wanted to give me a car that was -despite being green- an exact replica of the Starsky and Hutch car.
"You'll get looks," he said, "drivin' down the street. Your woman'll probably like it too."
It certainly got looks, though certainly not admiring ones. The brakes only somewhat worked. It would later turn out that it was stolen, and not for him to gift to me. As I had already paid for the transfer of title...Ah, this story is too goddamn depressing...
Rich - Well, as we all know, muscle cars, loud cars, and large cars are sources of recovery for phallically challenged men. I've actually been thinking about writing a post about my thoughts of getting rid of the 12-year-old tiny Saturn that I own free and clear but drive only 70 miles or less a month. Its absolute lack of muscle or machismo might be a surprising testament to my lack of need to prove myself.
glad to read you dumped that first refrigerator repair man....in caring for kids one of my maxims has been 'never reward bad behavior' - I carry that rule over to a lot of other areas including repair people, politicians, waitrons, etc ....
Mouse - Bow has taught me that as well. Of course, she never has any bad behaviors. :}
Or maybe he meant 'tricks'...
Salty - Perhaps. That's his sixth wife Trixie in the photo, so perhaps that's what he meant.
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