I took it to the store and they took the hard line. So, I called the company and we got into a runaround about it. I got so upset, I wrote a letter to them, enclosing a copy of the recipt so they would know it was right after the waranty expired. I told them that I had since bought an HP printer, which I adored and said that they had lost my business for life, kiss my ass, that sort-of thing.
I sent this... almost a year ago, and I'd totally forgotten about it. I only sent it as a bit of a therapy thing, the equivalent of flipping someone the bird after they cut you off in traffic. "I know this is useless, but now I feel better!"
Todd comes home today and says, "Jen (friend from work) told me Rob Zombie is coming to Worchester! Tickets are 30 bucks!"
I say, "Shit, we totally can't afford it right now!"
The mail comes.
There is a check in it for 86.89 from Canon. I say to Todd, 'I think this is a sign from God we'd better go see Rob Zombie"
He dances around the house like a little kid, then starts acting like that guy in House of 1000 Corpses who came out of the ride screaming "DR. SATAN!" Same arm guestures, but he's saying, "ROB ZOMBIE! ROB ZOMBIE!" Me? I take the more practical approach and get online to buy these tickets.
Price of tickets with handling fees, taxes, and mailing costs? 86.25.
Yes, God wants us to go see Rob Zombie. I can't argue with God.