Finally got a call yesterday from an auto shipper that they were in Oneonta, wanting to pick up my car. I think the guy's name was Skip (not Skip the proctologist - see earlier post), and he was completely baffled as to pronunciation of "o - n - e - o - n - t - a" ("my baloney has a first name, it's o-s-c-a-r ..."). Refused to even try - spelled it over the phone.
I referred him to Heidi and Mark, who were holding the car for the pickup. We figured maybe 2-3 hours before he would get to T-burg. Nope: eight.
Apparently he neglected to mention an interceding pickup in Whitney Point or some such. Thank goodness for good friends ... what a pain!
Now I get to wonder when it will be delivered. And whether I should hang on to the rental car to pick up anything that I can't easily transport on a bike.
Come to think of it, in Africa, they transport everything on a bike: mattresses. Corrugated metal roofing.
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