This was a ridiculous day.
I came in to pick up my wife, and saw this thing in the middle of the floor. (To be fair, it wasn’t completely without packaging. It had a single sheet of brown paper wrapped once around the sides and secured with scotch tape. There was a whole lot of naked steel and glass exposed to the world.)
The mounting brackets were sticking out in a cut-yer-shins kind of way, and the driver, reportedly, looked once at it, and said, “Yeah. That thing is not going on my truck.”
The ensuing phone call I was lucky enough to be present for. It was loud, long and, I apologize to the boss man, but SO funny. There were several people in the store trying not to laugh. (His voice kept getting louder as he got more and more frustrated with the guy on the other end of the call. It was like a Monty Python routine.)
Long story short. The guy came in, accused the boss of “Bleeding him!” and took the oven away. He was not seen from again. I guess he decided to ship with somebody else.
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