I'm reporting to you live from my small town, where because of the annual festival the number of people in it has increased from 700 to 100,000 plus. We went out and got the looking around done and over with. Picked up a few small things, nothing really excitable. I got a couple of UNO theme decks for $1 apiece (Spider-man and Disney/Pixar Cars) and some things for the house. Kathy got her sausage sandwich like she does every year, but since they're now $6 she's not sure if she's going to keep getting them. I got my roasted corn even though we have a lot of corn on the cob in the fridge. Call it an indulgence, I guess. Plus with the weather going back and forth I've got a sore throat now that I've garged with salt water this morning and sprayed with the throat spray. All that isn't adding to the fun.
Not only that but my shipment of comics got messed up yesterday, FedEx isn't going to come into this town in the middle of the festival today, so if I'm lucky, Tuesday's going to be the next day they can deliver. This isn't the first time FedEx has screwed up, and I've told the comics company I don't want them using them as a shipping method in the future. They said they're going to see what they can do, but since they've suspended their subscription program I'm not holding my breath. They did check into my not getting the shipment last night after telling me I needed to talk to FedEx about it. It reminded me of my last job where if a customer called about a similar situation they'd say to tell the customer to deal with FedEx and only after the customer complained would there be anything done, but those of us on the phones were always between a rock and a hard place. That's one reason why I wouldn't go back there even if I could.