Posted by: silverstar98121 | August 14, 2008

Desolate, despondent, despairing.

Epona, wounded

Epona, wounded

Freaking company sent the wrong part for Epona. Another god know how long until she’s fixed. I’ll miss the whole fucking summer. Dammit, why can’t this crap happen in the winter when I want to stay inside?

Pardon me while I go sulk.

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Responses

  1. Bummer. If we were closer, I’d send Rob over to look at it. He can fix anything.

  2. Thanks, Annie, but I have enough trouble paying the mileage for the current Scooterman.

  3. damn. Murphy at work. bastard…

  4. Since it was their mistake, can’t they Fedex out the right part or do something to speed things up? Grrrrr…

  5. Daisy Fae, if I ever catch that Murphy guy, he’s dead meat.

    Azahar, I hope something like that will happen, but have a feeling they will have to send to the moon for it.


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