So, I take my sewing machine in for a new belt and cleaning. Doesn’t sound too complicated does it? Three weeks later I get a call telling me the belt is missing. Uh, yeah. I told them that when I took it in. If necessary, I’ll bring it in in a Ziploc baggie (I don’t know why I have to save everything, but sometimes it comes in handy.) Well, he says, it’s not listed on the repair sheet. Um dude, that’s not my problem. And why in the hell did it take you three weeks to discover it? So now it’s two weeks after THAT. Is an arthritic Norwegian woman KNITTING it a goddamn new belt in Flekkefjord? I’m going to forget how to sew by the time I get it back for chrissake. I realize my little gal is a relic from the 70’s, but she sews circles around newer and more expensive machines. Please, please, please fix my sewing machine and send her home! Tags: annoyance, sewing Mood: cranky Background Noise: Slipknot - "Wait and Bleed"
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