A Serial Saga Of the Horrifying Complexity of Purchasing A Plasma TV
Buy local and avoid reading the rest of this tremulous tale of woe!
The next day George got a call from Manna who said they were the white glove delivery service for his TV vendor. (hah!) Turns out the actual seller of the TV was not Amazon but one of their third party vendors, Video and Audio Center in California. Manna scheduled a delivery and George asked me to come over to help set it up. I blocked off the day since I knew we would kill some time setting it up with his new home theater sound system and then drinking some Cabernet to celebrate. (Author’s note, neither George or myself are known to have a drinking disorder, we have no problem whatsoever drinking! Luckily walking between our domiciles can be accomplished with moderate effort.)
Now it gets entertaining! (again my word, not his) Manna calls the Monday night to say they have to reschedule the Tuesday delivery to Wednesday. George says ok and calls me to ask me if I can come over Wednesday. Then I block out the 12-4 window they gave him for delivery. Late Tuesday night Manna called and said they needed to reschedule. They wanted to deliver Thursday; the TV was incorrectly routed to Newark, NJ. (Isn’t that where the Sopranos took place?)