So never ever give a gift from Restoration Hardware. Last Christmas my mom gave Mike and I a new garbage can (that we told her not to give us). So we sent it back to Restoration Hardware telling them to send us a gift certificate (it was a pretty expensive garabage can). Well, turns out they credited my Mom’s credit card. So, never give a gift from them, cause if the reciever doesn’t like it, well, it’s tough shit on them.
- Mood:
shocked
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Perhaps your mother should bring up the issue with them. I’d be surprised if they don’t rectify the problem.
(Can I ask what kind of garbage can would inspire you to tell your mother not to get it, and then inspire her to get it anyway?
It was a tall cylindrical chrome can, with a dome top, the kind with the teeny little swing door on it. The kind of thing that tries not to look institutional by being super-ass shiny. We had told her that we were going to get a nice trash can for the kitchen, with some kind of lid so that the cat would stay out of it. We specifically told her not to buy us one, because it’s not something that we wanted to receive as a gift, and we had something in mind already. Well, one day a mangled box showed up at our door, with this giant, ugly as hell trash can. And of course the little door is so tiny that it’s utterly useless for kitchen trash, so in order to use it at all, we’d be back to square one, with the cat fishing out interesting things when the mood strikes her.
I have said before, and will probably say again; I am quite dubious of the moniker “Hardware” vis-a-vis Restoration Hardware. I do not think that any establishment which does not sell powertools (let alone nails or lumber) can legitimately call itself a hardware store. The closest thing they sell to these aforementioned items is fucking DOOR KNOBS and maybe a goddamn DIGITAL RECORDING TAPE MEASURE. DIGITAL RECORDING TAPE MEASURE!?!?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK!!?!?!
Ok, I’ll try to calm down. I’ve got to lay off the This Old House.
P.S. My “Dr. Mo” picture is the the one which most resembles THE GREATEST JEWISH CARPENTER OF THE PAST TWO THOUSAND YEARS: Norm Abram.
Dude, I don’t think you need to cut down on the PBS as much as you need to work on the fucking caffeine. Damn!
I’ve not had any appreciable amounts of caffeine for over a month. Maybe I just need to get laid.
No argument there.
Personally, I’m quite fond of my Rubbermaid stomp-on-the-pedal-so-you-don’t-have-to-touch-it Rubbermaid bin that I got at K-mart for, like, $10. It’s very exciting, and avoids the tiny opening problem. (I don’t like Jim’s rubbish bin for that reason…)
Sorry to hear about the garbage can trauma
Garbage cans to sex in four easy steps…
scary.
Yes, I am a big fan of stomp-on-the-pedal-and-the-whole-top-opens cans. There are a couple of nice big shiny ones that I like, that were more of what we wanted. We like the shiny ones because they are heavy enough that our little fuzzy rascal generally can’t knock them over, and they would match with the other cans throughout the house.
Personally, I can deal with what we have for another year, cause we are redoing the kitchen than.
Which fuzzy rascal are you talking about? Pixel or you?