The Epic Saga of a Girl and Her Laminate Floor
I’m walking on plywood, and have been for the last several months, waiting for my new floor to be installed by Home Depot.
Apparently the floor I chose is a special order, so I anticipated a wait. Funny thing is, I keep getting different shipment dates from Home Depot, and the material is still not in.
Today I found out it’s coming from Spain. Spain. It’s DuPont laminate, but they’re bringing it from Spain. I have a picture in my head of my laminate sitting in boxes in a Spanish port, being forgotten, and some guy sitting down to eat his lunch on it.
It’s not like I chose some rare wood floor that can only be found in the jungles of Borneo. It’s a laminate you can buy at any Home Depot, in cherry. Why on earth would it need to come from Spain?
I’m going to Home Depot tomorrow, in the hopes that they will compensate me somehow for this.
September 9th, 2006 at 2:25 am
I think it’s the English blockade that’s stopping your flooring. Privateers have been commisioned by the queen to halt mass shipments of flooring and canned fish being shipped to the new world from the spanish main. Probably your laminate tiles are even now fluttering to the bed of the Atlantic for an eternal slumber like plastic leaves from a sinister seaborne tree…or it’s an out of stock issue with an incompetent vendor. I dunno. I’m not up and up on my Spanish flooring.
September 10th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
Yeah Woman!! Let em hear you Roar!
September 11th, 2006 at 10:02 am
I knew it. Fucking pirates.
Roaring shall take place the end of this week, they have until then to figure out where the hell my floor is. If they haven’t figured it out by then, they’d better give me something of equal or higher quality unless they want to see my unbridled consumerist wrath.