OK--so I call the store where I THOUGHT my flooring would come from. Once I talked to this guy, to make sure it was in in stock---uh....I don't think so. The guy, I had been working with, was off--no prob, I thought--wrong. I was told the floor wasn't in stock, and I could go pick it up at the warehouse---45 mins away--or I could pay, them 30, 40 or gee, $50 (as another guy in the back ground said, "Just put $50 on it.) Then put me on hold twice. He wanted my card number right then. Told him, I'd wait and talk the guy I'd worked with, "Oh, ma'am, your order is secure." I don't think so. I came home and looked at the other flooring site--the same place that showed me how to install the stuff. Hey, they're having a sale...I'm headed there tonight to pick up my flooring.
Being a DIY--is a whole 'nother world. No wonder, I'm longing for some onion rings.
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