30 whole inches of love
Today I received the delivery of deliveries, the moment I’ve been dreaming of for several years now. The arrival of a 30 inch, 1080i, 16:9 widescreen HDTV.
I’m officially 100% ready for Halo3, GTAIV, and Assassins Creed. But it was almost not been.
When I was ordering the TV, I didn’t want a standard simply because technology is progressing from there, and my x360 has been screaming to show me what it could do for real for a while now.
The problem is when getting an HDTV they’re really expensive, and I couldn’t afford the projection, LCD, or Plasma that the kids are getting these days. Besides that they don’t last too long. They actually break within 5 years.
However tube tech has been around for a long time, and it actually has excellent image quality. Plus it lasts the longest, and is cheap. But you know how much one of those bad boys weigh?
The delivery guys call me from outside, two russian guys, they ask me what floor. I tell them six, they ask for an elevator, I say none.
They say they aren’t doing it. Miss Brit is over and she sees the puzzlement on my face.
I say, “So what are you going to do leave it down there? Make me carry it up completely by myself? I’m sorry but I paid for delivery up to here.”
They say they’re going to call the company. After no call back after five minutes, and after Miss Brit uses her almost indecipherable dialect to make me cut back on ethnic slurs, I decide to run down there. The plan is simple albeit not thought out, option one stand in front of the truck and leave until the TV is in my apartment in one piece and functional, option two offer assistance to bring the TV up, option three if those fail kick the living crap out of an ex commie.
I got there and of course they complained “we don’t work for you!”
“I paid for delivery, and although you don’t work for me. It’s your job to bring it up there, 6 floors or 20.”
The one on the phone hangs up, and opens the truck and takes out my baby, WHICH WAS ALREADY FUCKING OPENED!
They put it on the carrying thing and took it up to my apartment. On the fifth floor they say “we only go up to three!”
“You got one more to go!”
“Plasma screen, lighter!”
“Too bad, maybe you’ll get me one and pay for that to be delivered!”
They took it up to the fifth, where Miss Brit had cokes waiting for all.
They left it in my living room, and left cursing in Russian.
As I’m pulling all 116 pounds of 30 inch goodness out of the box, I tell miss Brit “good thing best buy online gave me free shipping or I’d be pissed. They don’t have to know that though.”
After ten minutes of jacking in the 360, and a couple of setting changes on the console I was killing locust in all of it’s awesome glory.
