a tale of two fuck-ups...in a row

when my father was a kid in school, probably the early floyd years (grade one, two, three..i dunno...) he and his school mates used to get substitute teachers when their regular teachers were ill or just sick and tired of kids (most likely this.) the sub. teacher would pass around a lined sheet of paper and the all the kids in the class were suppose to write thier names on the paper as a way of doing role call. kids would generally write names of baseball player - babe ruth, honis wagner, etc, or names of presidents, etc. all this was common when the sub. teacher came to play. my father, during one of these role calls wrote his own name down - floyd harry, and as the teacher was going through the list - which contained these other absurd, obviously fake names, she stopped on my fathers name and after reading it asked who had signed this name, floyd said he had, the teacher then walked over to him and at the same time as she wagged a finger at him said out loud, "liar, liar, liar"...
i love that story.
the teacher assumed since why father had used a first name as his last name that he was making fun or light of native indians, now of course first nations. he wasn't. an assumption gone wrong. which brings me to today.
i assumed since we - shauna and i, had made arrangements with sleep country canada to deliver our new bed - the fourth for those of your playing along at home, that the bed would show up. today. sometime. as arranged. it didn't. sure, they called this morning at 8:30 a.m. to let us know they were coming, sometime between one and four p.m. and that we should call them back to make sure this was still a go. the number we had for them was a number that was no fuckin' good to us. it was for an office that was closed. on sundays. so just to make sure, we called the sleep country on granville street, where we made the purchase and arrangement for delivery, TODAY, and they assured us that even if we didn't call them back, they would come on by and bring us our bed.
around 3:30 p.m. i had a bad feeling and shauna got on the phone to mr. sleep. he said because of the rain, it may have slowed them down a little, give it a little more...we did, we called back and were told they tried to deliver it but they got no answer when they came by. to this is say BULLSHIT. shauna and i spent the entire day at home, waiting for our fuckin' bed. the phone did not ring announcing they were at the front door. shauna's cell phone did not ring with a pre-delivery hello we're close by. nothing.
this is the second time they have fucked us on delivery.
it will be an interesting monday morning.

more as it develops.

g. xo