so I could load the stove into the back of the truck and drive it to Halifax, PA where I would drive through their front door smashing into the reception area, shift into first and fishtail/drive through cubicle land until i reached their tech support and engineering group where I would get out of the truck and politely ask them to grab their ears and pull their collective heads out of their arse's so they could assist me with my minor customer support issue! Anybody wanna ride shotgun!?
At last-- sooo refreshing, I thought you were all ready to play dead, as long as you have a steak and kidney pie for the trip (arses is a give away). This is not the American way now. You play dead, accuse somebody of having too much coffee if they complain, regrease the back side and bend over for the next customer. It's a new America we must all adjust.