Dentaltec
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So the day arrives my new Extreme toolbox is to be delivered to my home. Countless hours spent researching and contemplating what to buy. The purchase goes perfect, communication with vendor stellar and then the delivery truck arrives.
So I take the day off from work and set up camp at home. Like a little kid on Christmas I wake early, eager to here the sound of that semi come down the street. I literally skip to the garage and hurry up and wait. Mind you it was very manly skipping but yes it did seem like I was moving to the beat of some power ballet.
Low and behold the driver shows up early and I am thinking awesome, this day is perfect. As I approach the truck the driver steps down and we exchange the normal pleasantries and head to the back of the vehicle. As the lift gate rises so does my anticipation. There, in all its glorious grandeur, are 3 of the largest crates I have ever seen. They are almost equal in width to the truck and wider than the lift gate. Its almost as though the driver and I instantly morphed in to twins that had the mental bond to know what each other was thinking. Simultaneously we say to each other "how the hell is this fitting on the lift gate with the palate jack"?
"Well of course its not" I said, "not with out a fork lift like it was loaded in this *****". Well of course I was a bit more tactful but had like 3 more really good adjectives to express my utter frustration with poor planning.
So I jump on the phone call the vendor and they immediately call the shipping company. As the finger pointing and more or less grunts fly nothing gets accomplished other than I offering the driver a bottle of water for the road and me going back inside sulking like the kid that didn't get his Red Rider BB-gun for Christmas.
I woke up in such a great mood, so damn close, I literally DID touch it.
So I take the day off from work and set up camp at home. Like a little kid on Christmas I wake early, eager to here the sound of that semi come down the street. I literally skip to the garage and hurry up and wait. Mind you it was very manly skipping but yes it did seem like I was moving to the beat of some power ballet.
Low and behold the driver shows up early and I am thinking awesome, this day is perfect. As I approach the truck the driver steps down and we exchange the normal pleasantries and head to the back of the vehicle. As the lift gate rises so does my anticipation. There, in all its glorious grandeur, are 3 of the largest crates I have ever seen. They are almost equal in width to the truck and wider than the lift gate. Its almost as though the driver and I instantly morphed in to twins that had the mental bond to know what each other was thinking. Simultaneously we say to each other "how the hell is this fitting on the lift gate with the palate jack"?
"Well of course its not" I said, "not with out a fork lift like it was loaded in this *****". Well of course I was a bit more tactful but had like 3 more really good adjectives to express my utter frustration with poor planning.
So I jump on the phone call the vendor and they immediately call the shipping company. As the finger pointing and more or less grunts fly nothing gets accomplished other than I offering the driver a bottle of water for the road and me going back inside sulking like the kid that didn't get his Red Rider BB-gun for Christmas.
I woke up in such a great mood, so damn close, I literally DID touch it.

There are cars that weigh less than that.