Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of people
trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store away in the
low berths.
The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by Paris.
The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you got going low
and what's the buy in for the low lottery?"
Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they never
*did* such things, so this is his first experience with one.
Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. The low
passengers bet on how many of their fellow low travellers will
die.
OOC: I'll leave it up to you whether you'll allow such things
aboard your ship, and how you'll run it.
Eris
Akus Moby
> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of people > trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store away in the > low berths. > > The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by Paris. > The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you got going low > and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" > > Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they never > *did* such things, so this is his first experience with one. > Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. The low > passengers bet on how many of their fellow low travellers will > die. "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up." She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee length--and continues, "But while you're having your physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he will sanction one for this voyage." She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the captain... "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?"
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of >> people trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store >> away in the low berths. >> >> The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by >> Paris. The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you >> got going low and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" >> >> >> Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they >> never *did* such things, so this is his first experience >> with one. Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. >> The low passengers bet on how many of their fellow low >> travellers will die. > > "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a > Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a > tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up." > She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee > length--and continues, "But while you're having your > physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he > will sanction one for this voyage." > > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the > captain... The Captain is in the cargo hold, counting out the coyns...no that's not right...:)...he's paying off a foreman, yeah, that's right! ;) > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?" OOC: So, Greg, is you, or is you not? :) Eris Akus Moby
> >> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of > >> people trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store > >> away in the low berths. > >> > >> The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by > >> Paris. The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you > >> got going low and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" > >> > >> > >> Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they > >> never *did* such things, so this is his first experience > >> with one. Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. > >> The low passengers bet on how many of their fellow low > >> travellers will die. > > > > "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a > > Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a > > tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up." > > She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee > > length--and continues, "But while you're having your > > physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he > > will sanction one for this voyage." > > > > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the > > captain... > >The Captain is in the cargo hold, counting out the coyns...no >that's not right...:)...he's paying off a foreman, yeah, >that's right! ;) > > > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in > > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?" "Yeah, we are, Paris. However, since we've never lost one yet, if no one expires, the entire pot goes to the attending medic. With those stipulations, sure." Krikor
> > >> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of > > >> people trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store > > >> away in the low berths. > > >> > > >> The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by > > >> Paris. The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you > > >> got going low and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" > > >> > > >> > > >> Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they > > >> never *did* such things, so this is his first experience > > >> with one. Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. > > >> The low passengers bet on how many of their fellow low > > >> travellers will die. > > > > > > "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a > > > Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a > > > tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up." > > > She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee > > > length--and continues, "But while you're having your > > > physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he > > > will sanction one for this voyage." > > > > > > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the > > > captain... > > > >The Captain is in the cargo hold, counting out the coyns...no > >that's not right...:)...he's paying off a foreman, yeah, > >that's right! ;) > > > > > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in > > > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?" > > "Yeah, we are, Paris. However, since we've never lost one yet, if > no one > expires, the entire pot goes to the attending medic. With those > stipulations, sure." "Thanks, Sasha," Paris grinned at him, a hint of tired at the corners. "Supper tonight is prepacks for crew, 've bot a light meal prepped and in the warmers for the pax--I'm working with Bart and Des to give a hand with the passengers--but I'll be doing the bulk of the contact." She turned to leave, giving him a wink. "I don't know about you," she admitted, "but I've missed doing this." "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway support frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship rules, since we've never yet lost a single Lowberth passenger, is that arrival without passenger loss, the pot reverts to the attending physician." She gave him a smile and pulled out her PDA. "Cash or immediate card debit?"
> > > >> Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of > > > >> people trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store > > > >> away in the low berths. > > > >> > > > >> The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by > > > >> Paris. The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you > > > >> got going low and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" > > > >> > > > >> > > > >> Isaac knows about low lotteries, but in the Navy they > > > >> never *did* such things, so this is his first experience > > > >> with one. Paris, a veteran merchant is all too familiar. > > > >> The low passengers bet on how many of their fellow low > > > >> travellers will die. > > > > > > > > "Right now," Paris assures him, "we haven't set up for a > > > > Low Lottery--we've never lost anyone during the process, a > > > > tribute to our Doctor's skills--to need to set one up." > > > > She smiles and smooths her dress--light blue and knee > > > > length--and continues, "But while you're having your > > > > physical, I'll discuss it with our Captain and see if he > > > > will sanction one for this voyage." > > > > > > > > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the > > > > captain... > > > > > >The Captain is in the cargo hold, paying off a foreman. > > > > > > > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in > > > > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?" > > > > "Yeah, we are, Paris. However, since we've never lost one yet, if > > no one expires, the entire pot goes to the attending medic. With those > > stipulations, sure." > >"Thanks, Sasha," Paris grinned at him, a hint of tired at the corners. >"Supper tonight is prepacks for crew, 've bot a light meal prepped and in >the warmers for the pax--I'm working with Bart and Des to give a hand with >the passengers--but I'll be doing the bulk of the contact." > >She turned to leave, giving him a wink. "I don't know about you," she >admitted, "but I've missed doing this." "Hey come here!" he says reaching out for her. He folds her into a hug. "I'm sorry we didn't take the chance to get organized before giving you a full complement of passengers to take care of. Hell, more than a full complement." He gives a squeeze, then says, "Once we get off and into jump, I'm yours to help do whatever you need, you know." He steps back. "But yes. I know what you mean about missing this kind of stuff. You're in your element! Now go. Tell me if you need anything or anyone, and I'll make it happen." He watches her figure depart. Damn but he's glad he ran into her again. Fate. He goes and works the flight plan. Sasha
----- Original Message ----- From: Greg S montecristo@hotmail.com > "Hey come here!" he says reaching out for her. He folds > her into a hug. "I'm sorry we didn't take the chance to get > organized before giving you a full complement of > passengers to take care of. Hell, more than a full complement." > He gives a squeeze, then says, "Once we get off and > into jump, I'm yours to help do whatever you need, you > know." http://www.the-earchives.com/scripts/download.asp?id=4259 Des
> > > > > She turns, departs the medlab and immediately heads for the > > > > > captain... > > > > > > > >The Captain is in the cargo hold, paying off a foreman. > > > > > > > > > "...Sasha, got a pax, low, he wants to know what the buy-in > > > > > for the Lottery is--we runnin' one?" > > > > > > "Yeah, we are, Paris. However, since we've never lost one > > yet, if > > > no one expires, the entire pot goes to the attending medic. > > > With those stipulations, sure." > > > >"Thanks, Sasha," Paris grinned at him, a hint of tired at the > corners. > >"Supper tonight is prepacks for crew, I've bot a light meal > prepped and in > >the warmers for the pax--I'm working with Bart and Des to give a > hand with > >the passengers--but I'll be doing the bulk of the contact." > > > >She turned to leave, giving him a wink. "I don't know about you," > >she admitted, "but I've missed doing this." > > "Hey come here!" he says reaching out for her. He folds her into > a hug. Paris folds into his arms, her smile fading just a bit and yet unseen from him. > "I'm sorry we didn't take the chance to get organized before > giving you a > full complement of passengers to take care of. Hell, more than a > full > complement." He gives a squeeze, then says, "Once we get off and > into jump, I'm yours to help do whatever you need, you know." ""I'm glad to hear that," she replied, "I definitely will need some help later, just taking care of both crew and pax, mostly pax, you know." She smiled--this wasn't the first time he'd made that offer, and that'd been a good night--but her roommate had won the day and ended up marrying this self-same man. > He steps back. "But yes. I know what you mean about missing this > kind of > stuff. You're in your element! Now go. Tell me if you need > anything or anyone, and I'll make it happen." She went on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his cheek. "Thank you, Sasha, I"d appreciate you laying out my dress--the blue one, with the black wide belt to accent my waist--its...I hope you don't mind, but my stuff is hanging in your cabin, i kind of forgot to get my own set of quarters earlier." > He watches her figure depart. Damn but he's glad he ran into her > again. Nice hips sway away. > Fate. > > He goes and works the flight plan.
> > >"Thanks, Sasha," Paris grinned at him, a hint of tired at the corners. > > >"Supper tonight is prepacks for crew, I've bot a light meal prepped and >in > > >the warmers for the pax--I'm working with Bart and Des to give a hand >with > > >the passengers--but I'll be doing the bulk of the contact." > > > > > >She turned to leave, giving him a wink. "I don't know about you," > > >she admitted, "but I've missed doing this." > > > > "Hey come here!" he says reaching out for her. He folds her into > > a hug. > >Paris folds into his arms, her smile fading just a bit and yet unseen from >him. > > > "I'm sorry we didn't take the chance to get organized before giving you >a > > full complement of passengers to take care of. Hell, more than a full > > complement." He gives a squeeze, then says, "Once we get off and > > into jump, I'm yours to help do whatever you need, you know." > >""I'm glad to hear that," she replied, "I definitely will need some help >later, just taking care of both crew and pax, mostly pax, you know." She >smiled--this wasn't the first time he'd made that offer, and that'd been a >good night--but her roommate had won the day and ended up marrying this >self-same man. > > > He steps back. "But yes. I know what you mean about missing this kind >of > > stuff. You're in your element! Now go. Tell me if you need > > anything or anyone, and I'll make it happen." > >She went on tiptoe and brushed her lips against his cheek. "Thank you, >Sasha, I"d appreciate you laying out my dress--the blue one, with the black >wide belt to accent my waist--its...I hope you don't mind, but my stuff is >hanging in your cabin, i kind of forgot to get my own set of quarters >earlier." "Done. Which shoes? And no problem with the space. Its you cabin too, as long as we need it that way." He grins, "And you'll be safe there too, you know." > > He watches her figure depart. Damn but he's glad he ran into her again. > >Nice hips sway away. He could watch her walk all the time. It did something to him. Best walk in three sectors that he'd been in. > > Fate. > > > > He goes and works the flight plan. Sasha
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; she > leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway support > frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship rules, since > we've never yet lost a single Lowberth passenger, is that > arrival without passenger loss, the pot reverts to the > attending physician." She gave him a smile and pulled out > her PDA. "Cash or immediate card debit?" "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" OOC: I think the normal way it worked from the book was that the Captain put in 10cr from the cost of each low passenger's payment. The winner took the pot and if no one won the Captain took the pot. Better I think if the passengers who want to play pay in the money themselves, and the doctor automatically getting the money if none dies is a better idea. OTOH, who gets the pot if some number die, but none of the passengers guess correctly? Eris Akus Moby
> > "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; she > > leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway support > > frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship rules, since > > we've never yet lost a single Lowberth passenger, is that > > arrival without passenger loss, the pot reverts to the > > attending physician." She gave him a smile and pulled out > > her PDA. "Cash or immediate card debit?" > > "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he grins, > "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out of each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the pot, no winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the creds with leftover funds the cash going back into the ship's funds." She shrugged. "We play with the house to make a little coyn in 'worst case'," the woman said. > OOC: I think the normal way it worked from the book was that > the Captain put in 10cr from the cost of each low passenger's > payment. The winner took the pot and if no one won the Captain > took the pot. Better I think if the passengers who want to > play pay in the money themselves, and the doctor automatically > getting the money if none dies is a better idea. OTOH, who > gets the pot if some number die, but none of the passengers > guess correctly? OOC: I've always given such back to the pax, their full buyin, as a reimburement--an anything left over goes into ship's funds.
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >>> "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; >>> she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway >>> support frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship >>> rules, since we've never yet lost a single Lowberth >>> passenger, is that arrival without passenger loss, the >>> pot reverts to the attending physician." She gave him >>> a smile and pulled out her PDA. "Cash or immediate card >>> debit?" >> "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he >> grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" > > "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out of > each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the pot, no > winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the creds with > leftover funds the cash going back into the ship's funds." > She shrugged. "We play with the house to make a little coyn > in 'worst case'," the woman said. "Done and done!" the man says taking credits from a small bag he wears at his waist, "You want me to 'sign the book' or will a thumb print do?" >> OOC: I think the normal way it worked from the book was >> that the Captain put in 10cr from the cost of each low >> passenger's payment. The winner took the pot and if no >> one won the Captain took the pot. Better I think if the >> passengers who want to play pay in the money themselves, >> and the doctor automatically getting the money if none >> dies is a better idea. OTOH, who gets the pot if some >> number die, but none of the passengers guess correctly? > > OOC: I've always given such back to the pax, their full > buyin, as a reimburement--an anything left over goes into > ship's funds. Eris Akus Moby
> >>> "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; > >>> she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway > >>> support frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship > >>> rules, since we've never yet lost a single Lowberth > >>> passenger, is that arrival without passenger loss, the > >>> pot reverts to the attending physician." She gave him > >>> a smile and pulled out her PDA. "Cash or immediate card > >>> debit?" > >> > >> "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he > >> grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" > > > > "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out of > > each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the pot, no > > winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the creds with > > leftover funds the cash going back into the ship's funds." > > She shrugged. "We play with the house to make a little coyn > > in 'worst case'," the woman said. > > "Done and done!" the man says taking credits from a small bag > he wears at his waist, "You want me to 'sign the book' or will > a thumb print do?" Paris took his creds, tucking them quickly--after verifying count--into an inside pocket of her blouse; she annotated on her PDA, "Libby, 10Cr Cash, 1doa." She turned the screen and indicated a point with the stylus. "Thumb there, if you please." <> During this process, Paris is up and down with High and Med pax, ushering low pax in, settling the high pax... ...and setting up dinner... ...oh... ...and cornering Bart, package in hand. "Bart, since you'll be in close proximity with the passengers," she said, "I'd like you to wear this when going upstairs--its...a uniform." Inside the package is a light blue, almost pastel, jumpsuit, broad across the shoulders, it would fit, and might need a bit of tailoring--but not much. And it has lots of pockets.
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: >>>>> "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in >>>>> medlab; she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead >>>>> accessway support frame. "We are indeed, buyin >>>>> standard, ship rules, since we've never yet lost a >>>>> single Lowberth passenger, is that arrival without >>>>> passenger loss, the pot reverts to the attending >>>>> physician." She gave him a smile and pulled out >>>>> her PDA. "Cash or immediate card debit?" >>>> "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he >>>> grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" >>> "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out >>> of each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the >>> pot, no winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the >>> creds with leftover funds the cash going back into the >>> ship's funds." She shrugged. "We play with the house to >>> make a little coyn in 'worst case'," the woman said. >> "Done and done!" the man says taking credits from a small >> bag he wears at his waist, "You want me to 'sign the >> book' or will a thumb print do?" > > Paris took his creds, tucking them quickly--after verifying > count--into an inside pocket of her blouse; she annotated > on her PDA, "Libby, 10Cr Cash, 1doa." She turned the > screen and indicated a point with the stylus. "Thumb there, > if you please." > > <> > > During this process, Paris is up and down with High and Med > pax, ushering low pax in, settling the high pax... > > ...and setting up dinner... > > ...oh... > > ...and cornering Bart, package in hand. "Bart, since you'll > be in close proximity with the passengers," she said, "I'd > like you to wear this when going upstairs--its...a > uniform." > > Inside the package is a light blue, almost pastel, > jumpsuit, broad across the shoulders, it would fit, and > might need a bit of tailoring--but not much. > > And it has lots of pockets. Bart should have no objection to wearing a uniform...he's worn one most of his life. Of course, the uniforms he is use to are probably not pastel. ;) Eris Akus Moby
On Thursday 05 July 2007 15:10:07 john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > > >>> "Mr Libby," Paris said upon arrival, back in medlab; > > >>> she leaned comfortably against the bulkhead accessway > > >>> support frame. "We are indeed, buyin standard, ship > > >>> rules, since we've never yet lost a single Lowberth > > >>> passenger, is that arrival without passenger loss, the > > >>> pot reverts to the attending physician." She gave him > > >>> a smile and pulled out her PDA. "Cash or immediate card > > >>> debit?" > > >> > > >> "In that case, I'll take 1 dead and cash it is." he > > >> grins, "How much is the buy in, again? Ten cr?" > > > > > > "Ten cash buyin," Paris said, "and a ten CR buyin out of > > > each participant's fare--no deaths, Doc gets the pot, no > > > winner with deaths, full reimbursement of the creds with > > > leftover funds the cash going back into the ship's funds." > > > She shrugged. "We play with the house to make a little coyn > > > in 'worst case'," the woman said. > > > > "Done and done!" the man says taking credits from a small bag > > he wears at his waist, "You want me to 'sign the book' or will > > a thumb print do?" > > Paris took his creds, tucking them quickly--after verifying count--into an > inside pocket of her blouse; she annotated on her PDA, "Libby, 10Cr Cash, > 1doa." She turned the screen and indicated a point with the stylus. "Thumb > there, if you please." > > <> > > During this process, Paris is up and down with High and Med pax, ushering > low pax in, settling the high pax... > > ...and setting up dinner... > > ...oh... > > ...and cornering Bart, package in hand. "Bart, since you'll be in close > proximity with the passengers," she said, "I'd like you to wear this when > going upstairs--its...a uniform." > Bart starts opening the package as he heads to his room. > Inside the package is a light blue, almost pastel, jumpsuit, broad across > the shoulders, it would fit, and might need a bit of tailoring--but not > much. > > And it has lots of pockets. "That's not a uniform," he laughs shaking his head. Trying it on he looks at himself in the mirror and laughs again. "They always underestimate my height," he chuckles and begins going though his duffel. He neatly puts each item on the bed knowing that it is the last item in the bag he wants. The bed covered, he perches on its edge and pulls on the just shy of knee high shinny black boots, neatly tucking the powder blue pants legs into their tops. On the way out he grabs his belt with pistol and sword on it and starts to strap it around his waist, then removes the sword, props it just inside his door and peaks out to see who is around. Once he's sure the mouse isn't in the area, he walks into the crew lounge. "Doc, do you or did any of the low passengers have gaudy jewelry? Like thick nasty chains or such?"
On Jul 4, 2007, at 3:18 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote: > OOC: I think the normal way it worked from the book was that > the Captain put in 10cr from the cost of each low passenger's > payment. The winner took the pot and if no one won the Captain > took the pot. Better I think if the passengers who want to > play pay in the money themselves, and the doctor automatically > getting the money if none dies is a better idea. Issac thinks this is a great idea! > OTOH, who > gets the pot if some number die, but none of the passengers > guess correctly? > Unless you can pin it on him, the Doctor :-P Actually, whoever's closest would win it, split pot in the case of a tie.
On Jul 2, 2007, at 3:43 PM, Eris Reddoch wrote: > Isaac is in the ship's Sick Bay all day as a stream of people > trickles in for him to prepare, freeze, and store away in the > low berths. > > The first to arrive is escorted into the Sick Bay by Paris. > The man, named Charles Libby asks, "How many you got going low > and what's the buy in for the low lottery?" Issac looks over the man. "You ain't shot up, blown up,, or chemed, are yah? If not I ain't lost one yet." He continues his preparations. He won't mention that most of the folks he's frozen who were one of the above :-) OOC> Been a totally chaotic two weeks for me. We had our roof replaced, and got our cooler running just in time for the 112 degree days we've been having, plus Alison broke her ankle last week, and has been largely immobile. I'll catch up as I can.
> OOC> Been a totally chaotic two weeks for me. We had our roof > replaced, and got our cooler running just in time for the 112 > degree > days we've been having, plus Alison broke her ankle last week, and > has been largely immobile. I'll catch up as I can. Take your time, mate, things come in their own time, and family's more important than gaming. To help alleviate some of that darkness of familial frustration, I'd like to share a small story on myself... Its called, 'measure twice, cut once'. Anyway that old adage does not apply to me. Seems that about ten days, two weeks, ago, our refrigerator died--didn't know about it until I went to get the wife a cup of ice and got water from the ice maker; that being odd, I naturally opened the freezer door and discovered an odor of spoilage. Fortunately, there was still enough cold are blowing in that we didn't lose anything on the refrigerator side; anyway, I pulled out all stops, we loaded the milk and other immediately perishible stuff downstairs into the dual freezers and I yanked the old fridge out. Grabbing the handy-dandy tape measure, I took multiple measuremenats, height and width, of the space, we headed for the store and bought one that--yes, i took the tape measure--fit the measurements of the space vacated by our old refrigerator. The store brought it, the guy even helped me remove the patio doors--didn't realize they came out until that moment... ...and then the kids, my wife and the delivery guy had a good laugh at my expense as the blasted new fridge didn't fit the space it was supposed to. Seems...well...I hadn't measured across the narrowest portion of the space--I ended up yanking the trim and cutting 3/4" of countertop to make the damn thing fit. So. Enjoy the laugh, and have a better week. Character is who you are in the dark. -- John Whorfin
john.sanchez@us.army.mil wrote: > ...and then the kids, my wife and the delivery guy had a > good laugh at my expense as the blasted new fridge didn't > fit the space it was supposed to. > > Seems...well...I hadn't measured across the narrowest > portion of the space--I ended up yanking the trim and > cutting 3/4" of countertop to make the damn thing fit. > > So. Enjoy the laugh, and have a better week. Been there, seen the movie, own the tee shirt.:) Bruce, good luck with the heat, repairs and injured wife. We're moving along slowly (in both games), not too so fast that you can't just just aboard the moving train whenever you are ready. Eris
> OOC> Been a totally chaotic two weeks for me. We had our roof > replaced, and got our cooler running just in time for the 112 degree > days we've been having, plus Alison broke her ankle last week, and > has been largely immobile. I'll catch up as I can. [OOC: Ick! I hope she feels better soon, Bruce! :(]
