Now I lay me down to sleep
Nothing says “I’m very classy” like tonight’s midnight snack: a big hunk of Kroger flatbread that would otherwise go stale, three sticks of imitation crab meat, a goodish slice of real English Stilton, and of course, six Carr’s Table Water Crackers. Good night, fair readers everywhere, from my bed.
By the way, I am also happy to report that I have won my battle against Amazon.com. The Pet Shop Boys album I ordered on November 27th of last year arrived today. Against all odds, I should add. The Amazon people put what I ordered (Battleship Potemkin) at $12.99 on interminable hold, while they then offered the same album under a different price of $28.49 to be shipped within a few days. Not only did I receive what I ordered at the price I wanted, I also got 2-day shipping, and a $5 credit for my moderate patience.
In a further related incident to be filed in the “small consumer victories” category, The New Yorker finally caved and offered to renew my subscription for two years for only $45. This was after months of insisting $82 was the best they could do. If you’d like them to make you a similar offer, all you have to do is let your subscription lapse, then throw away the next twelve letters in a row. Plaudits to both megacorporations, for coming around.