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We had The Big Move this weekend. Saturday was the Desk Building and Ikea Delivery Day. Sunday was the Get Everything Out of Our Apartment Day.
I was out the door at 7:30 AM to pick up stuff at Ikea and meet my dad at the new house to start putting up the desk. We had one problem after another, including a batch of defective steel screws that were twisting in two when being driven into the ledger for the desk. Ikea called and said they’d drop off the new furniture between noon and 4:00. Due to the problems with the screws, the desk isn’t up in time.
Ikea shows up at 4:30, half an hour late. We had 46 boxes being delivered, including a wardrobe system that came in a bunch of boxes. I’m already mad about the desk. When the guy opened the door, the back of the truck looked like Dorothy’s twister had stopped by on the way to Oz. Every box was open. The guys started delivering the furniture. At first they wouldn’t put each box on the correct floor, until I told them that if they wanted to put everything in one place, it all went on the top floor.
Every box was ripped and taped and ripped again. I was frantically opening boxes to inspect while Eve directed them as to where each box went. At one point, he brought up a bag that was supposed to contain a bar for hanging clothes and the hardware to hang it. It was empty. He brought it in, laid it on the floor, and said, “Here you go.”
Eve started to ask him where the stuff was, and he cut her off. “Listen to me. We’ve got 1,000 boxes on that truck and we can’t get everything right. Just call Ikea and tell them what’s missing.”
Eve said, “No, you listen. If you don’t go look in the pile of pieces strewn about the back of that truck and find the parts for this bag, we’re refusing delivery and you can take all these boxes back out to the truck.”
From that point on, he was remarkably cordial. When we signed for the goods, Eve wrote a two paragraph disclaimer that we were not given adequate time to inspect and acceptance was conditioned on our later approval of the condition of the furniture.
I had to sign because the bill was in my name. I didn’t even have to read the disclaimer to know it was good.
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Hmmm, Dags. From your stories it sounds like I love this woman as well. Can I challenge you to a duel or something? What are the rules regarding dueling-for-women out where you are?
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By the time they get all the terms and conditions set their heirs will have to hold them up while they throw unkind epitaphs at each other from 20 paces.
quote:Dags, sounds like she's a perfect match for you.
That's what my folks say. Although for some reason they think she's a doctor; they keep telling me she'll give me a dose of my own medicine.
quote:Hmmm, Dags. From your stories it sounds like I love this woman as well. Can I challenge you to a duel or something? What are the rules regarding dueling-for-women out where you are?
It involves swords, lots of tequila, and seconds dressed as circus folk.
quote:By the time they get all the terms and conditions set their heirs will have to hold them up while they throw unkind epitaphs at each other from 20 paces.
You forget, Bob's not a lawyer, but he plays one on TV, er, Hatrack. He'd probably throw unapproved pharmaceuticals at me.
quote:Couldn't Dag sue BtL just for SUGGESTING a duel?
Possibly, for assault, which is the intentional causing of the apprehension of a battery. A battery is the unconsented touching of another person intentionally caused, directly or indirectly, by another person.
But for there to be apprehension, I'd have to believe BtL could actually hit me. I'm way to wily for that.
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Ikea is a Swedish furniture company that produces lots of relatively cheap, good (not great) quality furniture. They subcontract for delivery, and the delivery company here is notoriously bad. But there products are such a good value that I always forget how bad the delivery is.
We've assembled most of the furniture at this point, so it was actually OK. But I'm quite surprised, given how bad the boxes looked when they were dropped off.
Ikea features prominently in the first part of Fight Club.
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When I was in Lille at Anna's wedding I slept on an Ikea couch at my friend. I must tell you, it's one of the best things I've slept on. And the fact that there was a girl in the bed didn't count Posts: 4519 | Registered: Sep 2003
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When I needed kitchen shelves, I drove down to the closest Ikea (NYC) and bought the shelves then drove back ( 9 am to 4:30 pm trip ). Quite nice shelves. Great price.
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I like all these posts about litigation. If I can't be part of the solution I can at least make a fortune off prolonging the problem.
As a side note, whenever I think of Eve I inevitably picture the character with the same name on Angel. Which, I guess, makes Dags Lindsay. He is an evil lawyer after all. Oh crap, I'm Andrew, aren't I?
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hehehe....That's awesome. Screw delivery, I just took a trailer and my truck to H-town and went to Ikea. All the weird Swedish names confuse the hell out of me. My "Edgaar" (with two little dots over the send 'a') bookshelf system doesn't jive with my deer heads. . . wonder why?
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Dag, just don't do anything that's going to make her write a two paragraph disclaimer on your marriage contract. Posts: 5957 | Registered: Oct 2001
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