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desperanceSometimes "Bah, humbug!" just isn't strong enough.
I have cooked and eaten lunch. Still no plumber. Am now in despair. Regular folks would no doubt phone him again, but, y'know. Am ... irregular.
That's what I hate most, is the incapacity. Going tharn in the face of perfectly ordinary interactions. It shouldn't be that hard, to pick up the phone and ask where the guy's got to. And yet, and yet. The phone stays in the cradle, I mutter up and down the house, and nothing happens. Nothing gets done.
I have cooked and eaten lunch. Still no plumber. Am now in despair. Regular folks would no doubt phone him again, but, y'know. Am ... irregular.
That's what I hate most, is the incapacity. Going tharn in the face of perfectly ordinary interactions. It shouldn't be that hard, to pick up the phone and ask where the guy's got to. And yet, and yet. The phone stays in the cradle, I mutter up and down the house, and nothing happens. Nothing gets done.