1) Mein Camera:
As of noon Friday, mein* camera (*no, I'm not letting this go. It's the theme of today. Mein theme.)
was on the UPS truck in Baltimore, out for delivery. Things were looking up! I was so excited! I was speaking in exclamation points! It was annoying HN! Anyhow, there I was, composing mental lists of all the things I was going to take pictures of with my new toy. HN was going to be gone for the weekend, dog and I were going to have the run of the place/the best girls weekend ever, doing things like taking awesome pictures, exploring places to find things to take awesome pictures of, taking awesome pictures of ourselves and of course the obligatory watching chick flicks and crying at the sappy parts. The FedEx dude showed up with the case part of the camera shipment, camera and case having been shipped separately even though I told Amazon I would prefer one shipment, but whatever. So FedEx man mentioned the street kind of sucking, but that he remembered that from yesterday so he parked around the corner and walked up with the package. Smart, handsome FedEx man. Lithe and in shape, likely from all the times he walks from around the corner to get someone's package to them because he knows they probably *really* want whatever is in there.
By 4 pm, as I clicked "update my tracking" yet again on the
She proceeded to explain that because I had paid 25 bucks extra for next business day delivery, that it could only be delivered on a business day, and thusly was being shuttled back to the warehouse for restocking and would possibly make it here Monday if the driver felt ok about driving. To be certain, I asked again. "are you telling me that because I paid more for expedited delivery, that my package will now be deliberately delayed by
"Davidliu is it? You get paid by the hour right?"
"Yes maam"
"Excellent. It just so happens that I have ALL NIGHT for this shit, and I really want my camera. It's personal now. If you don't mind, I'd like you call UPS back, hang out there as long as it takes, and get me an answer. I'm just going to put you on speaker phone and do my own thing over here while I wait. I promise not to hang up and waste your time"
"Yes maam"
15 minutes later, Davidliu was back explaining to me that even though the girl at
Davidliu's answer "why don't you go to a store and buy one if you need it so bad, and then when the shipment shows up on Monday, you can refuse delivery, we'll take it back and you get your money back" She was definitely tired of me by this time. I've read about the hotbeds of sin that Indian call centers can be, and clearly I was keeping her from something awesome. Her tone was not one of "I'm trying to be helpful" it was definitely more "Please fuck off crazy lady" In fact, her tone was DARE! and I love a dare! Hate and spite are my fucking fuel, so when Davidliu threw the gauntlet, I picked it up and slapped UPS' face with it, just like Bugs Bunny used to do. "I WILL. THANKS FOR THE GREAT IDEA. I LOOK FORWARD TO TELLING THE PUSSY DRIVER TO SHOVE IT UP HIS ASS" I replied, and Davidliu thanked me for my call and we decided to part ways while we were still friends.
As soon as we hung up, a
Anyhow, I decided on the number 27 bus, which would drop me off in walking distance of the Best Buy in the inner harbor, where I had confirmed inventory of my camera. This would be my Saturday morning. I figured I'd kick it around the inner harbor some, maybe see the Wolfman movie while I was down there, stop by Lebanese Taverna and nosh on some authentic hummus. And I would thumb my nose at shit brown in the process. It would be grand. I would be so happy.
I spent Friday night getting caught up on missed TV shows, and then dog and I had a rousing 90 minute game of full contact basement soccer with new giant tennis ball. There may have been gin involved, but we both had a blast! Incidentally, last week someone asked my "Why a pit bull? Why a dog like that? I love my golden retriever" Lady, I think your golden retriever is pretty swell too, but if I ever body checked him, he'd pee his pants and feel really bad about himself and wonder what he did wrong to make me body check him. My dog body checks me back and steals the ball.
Saturday morning I woke up bright and early, extra motivated because today was the day that not only I would get my new camera, but the first picture I would take would be of my middle finger and I would caption it "This one's for you shit brown!". It was going to be awesome. I had a delightful breakfast of spaghetti and meatballs (when going into battle, eat well first) showered, dressed and moseyed on up the the number 27 stop. And waited. and waited some more. I had triple checked on the MTA website that very morning, and while they mentioned minor delays and route changes, they were pretty clear in saying that the 27 WAS running.
So I waited some more. Then my toes got cold and I began to lose heart, so I called my mother to recount the whole camera ordeal and worked myself back up into a fury and decided to take matters into my own hands. I would walk the bus route, so as to be moving and keeping warm, while also not missing the bus. and so I walked. For kind of a while, and the bus never came, but as providence would have it, just about where I got tired of walking I was outside A CAMERA STORE. Clearly, this was all happening for a reason, so in I went where I inquired about the possibility of purchasing a new camera and lo and behold THEY HAD JUST ONE LEFT IN STOCK. It didn't quite have my name on it, but that's only because they didn't know my name ahead of time. It was meant to be mine, and now it is.
The first thing I did after tucking my new best friend into my backpack was to text everyone I had been torturing with this ordeal to let them know I had won. Then I decided I should probably start trucking home, since seriously, the number 27 wasn't coming anytime soon and I'd have to rework the rest of my Saturday plan but that was ok because the major points were still intact.
Saturday was different than my downtown plan, but was still pretty awesome and Sunday was *just* like in my fantasy. Dog and I hit the road and went exploring, saw some mad interesting stuff, hit the mother lode of old rusty stuff, which as anyone knows is the best way to test out the close up and depth of field characteristics of a new camera, took a crazy interesting detour through the ghetto and came home. After a delightful lunch, I went out again on my own, ran more errands, went to the bookstore and came home just in time for a delicious dinner with HN and a bedtime made all the more restful by the new camera smiling at me from my nightstand. I dreamed in bokeh.
At this point, I'm going to dispense with the list, though there were more struggles and victories this weekend. I'll get to those in due time I suppose.
Instead, let's check out the wares from this weekend:
Let's call this first set: "I heart shallow depth of field/Yay! I have a camera that does bokeh/why does a new camera make my old stuff so much more interesting?"
Mr Llama in the morning
This second group we'll call "I love old rusty stuff" As in, I traversed almost a mile of this path so I could get to where I know the rusty stuff is at.
This second group we'll call "I love old rusty stuff" As in, I traversed almost a mile of this path so I could get to where I know the rusty stuff is at.
Thirdly, just cruising around Baltimore.
Icicles in the ghetto. This was about when I realized where I was, so camera went back in pocket for safety reasons.
3 comments:
An epic saga with a heartwarming ending. . .and a SWEET camera to boot! congrats!!
Your victory has a place in that special area of my heart where spite and hate celebrate get together sometimes just to sit quietly, sip coffee and know everyone else is wrong.
celebrate by getting together
knitting and typing do not mix
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