This is why they call it Crappy Tire

I am back. I had an adventure in Crappy Tire yesterday. It appears that it is the time of year when light bulbs start to blow in the Madman, like there is a hint of anonymity with me, house. Anyway, one went in the kitchen and two in the basement. I could have lived without one, but two made it like a cave. Given the coolness of the basement, it was like a fucking cave. I am about to set out the crayons and draw on the walls. I am sure that would go over well with the Wife. Of course, if she cannot see it, then all is well.

Even if she did "see" it, I cannot be sure she would take notice of it. She comes from an unaware background, where the only thing noticed are the voices in their own heads. Of course, when those voices do not agree with any sort of objective reality, the objective reality is wrong. That, of course, is a story for another day or some sort of family, not including me, psychiatric session. There is an idea, the whole lot of them need some sort of psycho-therapy.

I know. You are saying "well, what about you?" Good question. I have had mine. I have no problem speaking of it. Unfortunately, I am one of those people who is hyper-aware so while helpful, it was not anything that I was not doing on my own. I am too honest and objective with myself, so I am not sure where somebody can point out things that I did not see or think of in terms of explaining myself.

Anyway, I have to go to Crappy Tire, so I set off to the one closest to me. At Lawerence Square, also known around here as Felony Square owing to the area (Lawrence and the Allen). I get there and look for my light bulbs. I go upstairs and there is a sign that reads "Light Bulbs". I, like an idiot, go down that aisle only to find flourescent light bulbs. What the fuck? What is the point of the signage when you have split the stuff off. Fucking Crappy Tire! That is some good customer service. And try to find somebody who works there, fuck!

I wander a bit and find that there is a wall of lightbulbs. Finally, but the lack of signage and staff have me annoyed. I am perusing the compact flourescent bulbs. I notice this two pack and see the price. I look at the singles (same wattage and size) and they are less than half the price. What the fuck again?!!! Where is the bargain in buying a two pack? I can get double the packaging for less with two singles. There seems to be something rather perverse here. I am using CF bulbs to "save" electricity and resources (same light with less power) but I get to double up the waste? Am I the only one who sees the disconnect?

In fact, it was the same with a number of different bulbs of varying Wattage. What the fuck?!! i settled on the ones that look like floods for aesthetic reasons. I then saw the line to pay. I came close to saying "fuck that shit" I will sit in the dark. There had to be about 6 people lined up to pay and only one cashier. Again, where is somebody on top of this. I have put down my stuff and walked out of stores for such a reason. If you are going to make it inconvenient or hold me up to pay, fuck you, I will not buy from you. Bad service, sale lost.

I needed the bulbs so I went to the cashier by the mall entrance. Nobody there. I pay and walk out the front where I parked. Of course, by then, the crack customer centric staff had started to open up another cashier lane. It made no difference to me. I had light.

I put up my bulbs only to find that the flood type is merely a CF spiral covered by a plastic dome. I paid extra for that? I do not care, I kind of like the spirals. I can see the spirals behind the plastic. When those burn out in 5 years (or less, which will necessitate a call to NOMA and freebies coming my way), I guess I will stick with the spirals.

Again, it was another fine shopping experience at the Felony Square Crappy Tire. I will not be going back to that one for a long time that is for sure.

With that, have a mondo cool disco weekend one and all. Ciao!