The Rooter assholes are giving me money, the cost of the chimney liner, which is more than the other Rooter people said it should cost for a new one. I can't think about this until I see the money.
No email from the dental group. Hmm. So no purchase of plane tickets on the crappy plane.
Big Daddy found a worse shop than the one that required flashlights to see anything.
I feel like I am in one of those old Japanese movies where the mouths do not match the words. Just like BD saw last night in Shenzhen on the expensive cable TV.