So yesterday, Meghan's fuel oil company phones them up to tell them they got a tankfull of 'contaminated oil' with Monday's shipment and that they ought to not use their furnace. Nice.
You realise it's below zero out, right? No offer for a space heater, no calls from the service guys to replace the oil (they likely have several hundred customers with the same problem). Can't use the oven to heat the house because her sister is a wingnut and we cannot give her feeble, impressionable mind the thought that using the oven is an acceptable means to heat the house. Oh, and we can't leave because her dog is also retarded, though only marginally more so than her sibling.
So there we are, shivering our asses off all night. I honestly think it was warmer outside when I left this morning.
Posted by Ron at April 9, 2004 11:10 AM