Doorway to Where?

You may know that we have been doing some home improvement and remodeling on our basement. The ‘project’ originally started out to simply insulate the walls and paint. Over time the scope has greatly increased from a simple job to a complete overhaul and makeover. Since we will have new walls, and floor, why would we want to keep the old ugly beat-up doors? So out came the old doors and frames. Before the demolition I carefully measured each opening and made sure what direction each door opened. After making a beautiful sketch with all of the relevant information, destruction commenced.

The closet door is a bi-fold type door no door frame required. Super genius engineer that I am I carefully measured the door size to the existing frame. With the door frame removed the 30” door that I bought was too small for the 32” opening. No worries 32” is a standard size door so return the door I have and get the correct size door. Off to Home Depot to make a simple exchange. Normally you would think that if you have the product and a receipt it should be really easy to return an item. For some reason the barcode on my receipt would not scan properly so the cashier attempted to enter the receipt code in manually. After several failed attempts additional help was requested. So the other lady working the service desk came over and attempted to enter the code, same results. At this point I stated thinking that I was becoming quite attached to my closet door and should just keep it. Finally the head cashier came over to assist with my transaction. After about 15 minutes we finally get results, I got my $38 dollars back and it was time to get the correct size door. Amazingly enough it works better when you type in all the numbers on the receipt, huh. I wish I could say that it was a happy ending and all is well, but alas no. Picture if you will a nice row of closet doors all organized into sizes and styles. Down the row I go, 48”…. 36” ….. 30”, huh? Where is my 32” closet door? The manufacture makes a 32” door, I want a 32” door. How hard is this? Apparently very hard. Super genius engineer to the rescue, big door frame, smaller door, duh! make a smaller door frame. Once again I need to buy a 30” door. The three doors that are on the shelf all look pretty beat up, I don’t want a damaged door. Ashley suggests that we go get the one we just returned. So no problem just walk nonchalantly up to the return counter and grab my original door and hope the lady that helped return it doesn’t notice. So after everything I end up with the same door that I started out with. I was hoping that it would be on sale the second time around, but no, at least the price didn’t go up.

Airport Trivia

Having to start somewhere so here goes….

Several weeks ago my Grandpa passed away. So I headed down to Salt Lake to be with my family. Actually I was flying down to Boise and then driving with my sister down to Salt Lake. From where we live the airport is not really convenient. Since I was traveling by myself, it was easy to catch a ferry and then a bus to the airport. Ashley dropped me off at the ferry terminal and then headed off to a Young Women’s basketball game. After an uneventful ferry and bus ride I arrived at the airport 3 hours early. I know it seems a little excessive to get to the airport so early, but it’s just the way it worked out. I wasn’t checking any bags so it was straight to the security screening and all of the joy that goes along with that. Take off the shoes, make sure all your liquids and gels are in one zip top bag and place your things on the scanner. Luckily I didn’t get selected for an ‘additional’ security screening so I moseyed down to my gate stopping for pizza along the way, hey I had nothin’ but time. Stopping along the way to check the status of my flight, and guess what, it was delayed by 35 minuets. No problem I had my ipod and book I could entertain myself. I found a place to sit near my gate and started watching the people around me. Soon a group of older people, probably mid 60’s I would imagine, started talking quite loudly. I wasn't necessarily trying to listen to their conversation, but I really couldn’t help it. Their conversation turned to TV shows, more specifically The Golden Girls. They were trying to remember the names of the main characters and could only come up with Rose and Blanche. It there desperation to solve this dilemma one of the ladies turns to me and asked if I watched The Golden Girls. Trying really hard not to laugh and make a snotty comment I just said, ‘no, never did’. Seriously, I’m a guy in my thirties, on what planet would I watch The Golden Girls. Okay I’ll admit that I’ve watched some pretty dumb shows just because there wasn’t anything else on, but not this one. Just in case you were wondering, the other ones are Dorothy and Sophia, (isn’t the internet great).

So once I got to Boise it was just a matter to make it out to the curb and wait for Jen to pick me up. Being the super nice brother that I am, I decided to make myself easier to see by standing on a bench. So my sister drives up and thinks to herself “Who’s the idiot standing on a bench? Oh wait it’s just my brother.”