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Sunday, December 11, 2022

December 11, 2022

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 11, 2021, Mongolian food.
Five years ago today: December 11, 2017, defend, not create.
Nine years ago today: December 11, 2013, the Terrific Trio?
Random years ago today: December 11, 2008, yeah, but I was only 20.

           Knowing better than to try feeding the dogs before going to the airport, we patiently waited a half-hour for the 9:19AM. It was a four-Sudoku wait, after which it took me ten minutes to start the car. Turns out I was not pressing the brake pedal hard enough. It was the start of a day of screw-ups. We had not got home before Delta texted that they had lost her baggage. It's disgusting, the airlines have had a hundred years to devise a system that does not lose baggage, but it is plainly cheaper and easier to hire people who make excuses. They are lying, saying the bag was mistagged. An obvious lie, because we can track it to the SeaTac airport, and so can they. Hence, the tag is fine. No so much for one of the Xmas ornaments, shown here strewn about the living room with an innocent looking doggie beside.
           The airline called to ask if there was anything unique in the baggage. Now I know why Bryne calls airlines “the enemy”. It's repugnant to deal with these people, who's primary job function seems to be pointing fingers and telling you what you are supposed to do while they do nothing.. The bag has now been missing more than 18 hours so I fear the worst. The contents are irreplaceable. I mean you take X number of bags off one airplane, you put the same number on the other or you don't let the plane take off. Otherwise, you are allowing them to make it your problem.

           So, we got the rest of the gear home and went downtown for brunch. A so-so joint in E. Nashville set me back $37 which has become representative of contemporary prices. By the time I notice, rest assured others have long since cursed these prices. I had loaded fries, the other $27 was for avocado and eggs on toast. Back home, I created a distraction by working on that kitchen light. Yep, it was the switch. This involved a trip to the only place I know that sells them cheap any more, which is Wal*Mart. Cheap, because there was no way of knowing the switch was the problem without my test gear.
           But right after that, it was back on the phone to Delta, who quickly detected the Reb is not the type to get irate, so they handed her the runaround for three solid hours, most of it on hold. The scam is they hope your battery goes dead. The bag contained her toiletries and they offered to reimburse her for anything she had to buy. No, they should put it on their account. The Reb uses exclusive products from a boutique in Franklin, 35 miles through the city from here. Why should she shell out her own cash and wait who knows how long for the money back. Customer service has been a piss-off from the word go on this account. What about the time and aggravation? Who pays for that?

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Hat measuring machine.
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           It was the switch. The wiring is 20A but the breaker and service were 15As. I replaced since a new switch is 80 cents these days, there's a slight color mismatch, which the Reb solved by turning the light out. You gotta love a gal like that. Even if other things were equal, give me a gal with a sense of fun and open to new things. Here we are in the aisles of Wal*Mart and your proof that life is too short to put up with stuffy women. She got back from Franklin before 8:00PM, by now everybody in the circle is aware of this Delta Airline screw-up. Finally we got them to commit to getting that bag out here on the next flight and that I will forever condemn them for opening the baggage “to make sure nothing is missing”. How in blazes would they know? This is millennial stupidity at its lowest possible ebb.
           I tell you right now this is upsetting to no end. I made hot chocolate and waited to the last minute before heading over to the jam. I got there, we had time for one tune. One? Yes, the club “Phat Bites” has a pecking order and those who have played there before don't wait in line. The good news is I got us a full recording of “Beer-Flavored Kisses”, there's nothing else you'd recognize. The Kaiser still wants to make it as a solo when in fact, teaming up with me as a duo is the only reasonal option left in Nashville. Do you have any idea how many guitar players live here? Any idea at all?

           We barely had time to talk but I got several videos and the soound quality on the Sony has always been surprisingly smooth. I mentioned the situation with the missing luggage and he thinks that is an excellent theme for a blues tune. The Kaiser knows about such things. The club no longer serves bottled beers, so I had a glass of draught, Pabst I believe. How do people say they like that? For me it was a last resort. A2QWQB6 is the message just typed by JeePee, in cluding the CapsLock. We'll have to await the advent of quantum computing to decipher its full meaning. Return tomorrow for possible footage from the music show. There were no attractive women in the entire building. We had a couple more glasses of draught and concluded social anxiety just means people who are terrible at small talk, never get laid, and can't play bass.

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