We have cooking gas again! And it only took two months. I can boil water again! This makes me happy.
It turns out that our old neighbors were completely wrong. We asked them where we go to order cooking gas. They told us, and I quote, "The red and white building across from the hospital. It's not a gas station, just a building. It's kind of by the Shell station, but it's definitely not Shell." End quote.
Except that the only 2 buildings across from the hospital ARE gas stations. The red and white one is Texaco. The one next to it is Shell.
We just figured that she was remembering things wrong. For pete's sake, she said that it was the red and white building across from the hospital, so she must mean the Texaco, right? Right? Well, Itchy kept going there. They were always out of cooking gas. There was no waiting list. You just have to keep checking. Finally, Itchy grew tired of this (and my bitching about it). He asked our landlady if she could help. She asked where he had been going. He told her the Texaco across from the hospital. She told him that he needs to go to the SHELL GAS STATION.
Seriously? It's definitely not the Shell? What the hell? Did you mean to say that it WAS definitely the Shell station? Or did you not want us to have cooking gas?
Either way, I'm boiling water just for the hell of it.
ETA: Our landlady even made fun of the locals. She said that the people working at the Texaco could have just been a *little* helpful and told Itchy where to go. She didn't understand why they couldn't be just say something. It was funny to hear a local complain the locals.
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