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"The Exciting Continuing Misadventures of Mikey and the Rug Doctor (tm) (c) (r) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

Hey folks! It's Mikey...on Tuesday evening-ish time. I originally wrote this last night, but the internet went out...like I posted about earlier. Anyways, I know the time/date says for later Tuesday, this was me Monday night. Anyways, read on for an "exciting" adventure I had...not that it was exciting, per se...or really an adventure for that matter. It was just, um...well, freakin'...grrrrgghhh....
Heyo! All right, the past couple times I've tried updating in this thing, it didn't go too well, but this time, I'll be darn sure this is going through!!

Well I suppose I'll pick up on what happened last time I tried writing. I first started out of with an innane thought about Mr. T, because in my library of mp3's, on random, a song by him (yes, a song by Mr. T) came on. He says to treat your mother right, because, "if it weren't for here, then you wouldn't be here. So remember if you put down one mother, you're putting down mothers all over the world." Then I put up the link www.MrTvsEverything.com, for whatever Mr. T needs you might have...then some.

Then I talked about what was going on with me...not much...working...then I tried to answer some questions from the mailbag (comment button), like the only one I have right now, pending from Erin, asking about my roommates. I was getting towards the end of asking that question, but then Little Edward went in the back of my computer desk and stepped on the power switch!! What gives, cat?!

...rrrgh...I'll get to that question later then, I suppose.... I wanted to write a bit more a few other times, but various other things have gotten in the way, like desperate need of sleep. But now...the internet is currently out...so I suppose I'll chronicle a misadventure I had today.

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Hey folks! It's Mikey...on Tuesday evening-ish time. I originally wrote this last night, but the internet went out...like I posted about earlier. Anyways, I know the time/date says for later Tuesday, this was me Monday night. Anyways, read on for an "exciting" adventure I had...not that it was exciting, per se...or really an adventure for that matter. It was just, um...well, freakin'...grrrrgghhh....<hr><center><lj-cut text="Whee, I ramble!"></center>Heyo! All right, the past couple times I've tried updating in this thing, it didn't go too well, but this time, I'll be <i>darn sure</i> this is going through!!

Well I suppose I'll pick up on what happened last time I tried writing. I first started out of with an innane thought about Mr. T, because in my library of mp3's, on random, a song by him (yes, a song by Mr. T) came on. He says to treat your mother right, because, "if it weren't for here, then you wouldn't be here. So remember if you put down one mother, you're putting down mothers all over the world." Then I put up the link <a href="http://www.mrtvseverything.com">www.MrTvsEverything.com</a>, for whatever Mr. T needs you might have...then some.

Then I talked about what was going on with me...not much...working...then I tried to answer some questions from the mailbag (comment button), like the only one I have right now, pending from Erin, asking about my roommates. I was getting towards the end of asking that question, but then <b><i>Little Edward went in the back of my computer desk and stepped on the power switch!!</i> What gives, cat?!</b>

...rrrgh...I'll get to that question later then, I suppose.... I wanted to write a bit more a few other times, but various other things have gotten in the way, like desperate need of sleep. But now...the internet is currently out...so I suppose I'll chronicle a misadventure I had today.

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...but anyways, Saturday we cleaned up the whole apartment. My roommates even went out and got a Rug Doctor machine to go take care of the carpets. There were a few areas that needed to be taken care of, like those Ed has decided to go relieve herself on. Plus there was an old, old stain of crusted Frosty that's been behind my computer desk for some time that needed to get taken out. That got there by one night coming home with a souvenir low-fat chocolate ice cream dairy desert (Frosty) and having it by my computer while I worked, but then I fell asleep in my chair eventually, and it sort of got knocked over during the course of the night. It tainted some of my stuff with an...odd...hard...shell of chocolate, and there's a lot of items (mostly cd cases) that still contain the substance.

But anyways, the apartment got <u>totally</u> cleaned. ...well except for my closet. It still smells funny. :( Anyways, I'm hungry. Hold on a second, could you?

And back. I think our internet's back. It's a little fickle. But at least I'm filled up somewhat. I had a salad I got last night while closing, and ate it outside. The other salads I plan on giving to Dillon (w00t!). It's a nice night out, by the way. Really nice...clear skies...the stars are up there twinkling. Oh yeah, and I looked up and was right below the exact center of the Big Dipper. Neat, huh?

Anyways, moving on, the apartment is now totally cleaned. ...well...except for the items I took off the floor in my room and put on my bed, which are...um...still there.... Yes, I've been sleeping on the floor, but it's a clean floor!

...and back once more. We're currently having some problems with our internet over here, and Fallon thought to go out and pick up a new router, because that apparently was the problem. I went in my kun-fu shoes (honestly, that's what they're called! bought 'em in Chinatown! they look just like slippers, except they're not! ...apparently great for kung fu, if you're, um...into that sort of thing). I wanted to pick up some <i><font color="orange">Livewire</font></i> while at Walmart, but Ryan and Fallon were in a hurry. Hopefully now the internet will be working again...Fallon's working on that right now.

Anyways, continuing from what I was saying earlier, the apartment is now completely cleaned, but Ryan and Fallon ran into a problem: Monday, when the Rug Doctor was to go back, they would be at work and school, respectively. So know who they asked to help? Guess! Guess! ...well, yeah, I would have helped them out anyways...heh.... Anyways, this morning, because of some foolish actions I took during the night, I was awake when they left for their responsibilities at 6.

The goal that was set forth was to have the Rug Doctor be at the place at 8. Yeah, sure, sounded okay. I got my kung-fu shoes on, got the Rug Doctor into the passenger seat, and then was off to get it to its proper place of residence. It was this one place that was by Wiseway that had these letters in its name, sounded a little bit weird, and had a big sign out front saying that it rented Rug Doctors. "No problem, mon!"

...problem.

The place wasn't where I thought it would be. I was there at Wiseway, but I saw no signs out front saying anything about Rug Doctors. I searched around to no avail, so I cruised around the area, looking for some sort of place like that. I saw some place that said "Industrial Cleaners", thought that might have been the place, but it was. Just...well, dry-cleaning.

Argh.

Well I was there anyways, might as well ask if they knew anything, right? The lady, she had bronzed skin, now showing wear under years of I'm guessing too much sun, and she directed me to Ace Hardware, out there at the end of Calumet by K-mart...which...incidentally was on the opposite side of Valpo.

I gave her a hearty thanks, got back in my car, and drove off towards there. At about this point I realized that it was past 8. At about this point I also realized the needle was dangerously, dangerously near saying "dude, you'sa gonna die". Even a dollar's worth of gas would have been okay...but I couldn't stop. Not yet.

...and back. It turns out the router didn't work as planned, and with succinct yelling at it after it fritzed out and gave us no internet, I'm once again offline. But anyways, I made it to Ace Hardware, where I asked them about Rug Doctors, then told them I planned to return this one...when I found out it wasn't the right place.

Double argh. It turns out there was another place that rented Rug Doctors in Valpo...and, um...it <u><i>was</i></u> Wiseway...the one I just left. Triple argh.

...but enough argh'ing. I got back into my car and went over to the Duke of Oil, or some name, gas station, and put a dollar of gas in (yes, a dollar, okay?! I know it isn't safe, and I advise strongly against any of you out there from doing that, but when you have low money, sometimes you just need to make exceptions, unfortunately....). I just wanted to have enough gas to be able to get through all this, then get back to the apartment.

I drove back to Wiseway, went in, and told them I was going to return a Rug Doctor. ...but this wasn't the right one either.

My mind then said, " >_<;;; !!"

The ladies that handled my little dilemma right there were really, really super cool. They offered to call this other place that wasn't too far off to see if they were the proper place. It turns out they weren't (unfortunately), so instead one of the ladies then gave me a piece of paper with a phone number on it to call. It was the Rug Doctor official place, and just by giving them the serial number on there, I could find out which place it belonged to!

Yes! Awesome ^_^

Then, in my kung fu shoes I walked out and over to my car to get the serial number.

Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop.

I got in the now-hot car, and with a spare pen I found in the glove compartment, I wrote down the engraved numbers in a piece of metal that were on top of the machine. I then walked over to a pay telephone that was outside, not too far away.

Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop.

I called the toll-free number (whoo! no spare change needed!), and talked to a lady on the other end. I gave her the serial number the first time, and she asked me to repeat it. I did. It turns out there was more to the number, and I needed to get some letters that were with it too that I apparently missed when writing it down. "I'll...go check those out, then call you right back, okay?"

Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop.

It turns out that while there were engraved numbers, there were also some painted letters on there too that I didn't see, or which were reflected in such a way they weren't noticed, or I'm likely dense, I just don't know. I honestly don't know how I miss some of this stuff sometimes. Maybe it's so that I'll be able to write and you people can read it and find humor from it...dunno. I went back to the payphone.

Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop.

I called the lady again. I gave her the serial number. She gave me an address ("a Valpo address! yes! I'm not completely lost!!"), but it was on a street I'd never even heard of ("...where in the world is 'West Street'?!"). Thankfully the cool lady also gave me the name of the place and its phone number, thank God. It had letters in its name, like I remembered hearing, and attached to that name was "Mini Warehouses". Well...nobody had heard of the place, I can see why it was hard to find.

I went in, thanked the ladies who helped very gratefully, then they offered to let me borrow their phone to call these people. Like I said, these ladies were really cool ;) I got directions, and they weren't far away at all! "Take the service road, go down about three blocks, just keep going and you'll see a big sign on the left with our name on it." I can't miss that. No, I couldn't. I thanked the ladies, and went back to the car.

Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop.

The directions were basically flawless. I found the place, and while thinking what I heard over the phone was "D.S.K. Mini Warehouses", it turned out that it was "B.S.K." Yay for clarity. I went in and there was a lady with black hair and glasses sitting at the desk. "Returning our Rug Doctor, huh?" Yup, I replied, and she came around to check it.

"...uh oh...."

That <i>was not</i> what I wanted to hear at that point! "This isn't cleaned out."

"Yeah," I replied. "I know that there's still some liquid in there, but I don't know how to get it out."

She tried yanking on the said attached container still having some of the shampoo-water stuff in there, not budging, then she looked back to me. "Well the vacuum part wasn't cleaned...and ugh, neither was this collection part. You're going to have to take this back and spray it out with a hose, unless you want us to keep the $10 for not cleaning it."

I took a deep breath and let it out, letting my thoughts collaborate. For one thing, I could just let it be. Right there, let it be. I could give her the vacuum, they could clean it, keep Fallon's ten bucks, and I could go back to the apartment and go back to talking to Weiss (hey Weiss!!). ...buuuuut I decided against that. It wasn't right. Fallon would do the same thing for me...at least I hope that she would.

I agreed to bring it back in less than an hour, once again loaded it into the driver's seat of my car, and drove back to the apartment. The cleaning experience itself was something else. When I got back, when I got out of the car, I kicked off the kung fu shoes, took out the vacuum, dismantling it, tipping it whichever way I could to empty the liquid, finding we actually had <u>no</u> <u>hose</u> over here, so instead I had to use an unseemingly group of tools, ranging from filling up a plastic garbage can lid to a glass from the kitchen cupboard, then finally wiping the excess with paper towels, then wheeeee.

I got it back there, the lady thankfully taking it back, and me explaining the situation to her. When I was first told about where the place was, I was sort of half-listening, half-pretending I knew where it was so I wouldn't seem stupid. It turned out those two things would waste a couple hours of my life...at least, I hope they weren't really wasted, seeing as I've chronicled this experience to share with you folks...even though it's likely boring as all get-out to you people. But you're reading, I have your attention!! *wins* ...but, um...not really...yell at me about this later, if you want.

I told her that my roommates were busy with work and school, and that I was the one who was to go take this back for them. I explained how it wasn't explained much to me in the first place, though looking back I honestly should have asked for clearer directions, and also told her that I wasn't informed the thing needed to be cleaned out first. ...oh well, "c'est la vie"...or whatever that says. I think that's French for "<b><i>tough!</i></b>"

Anyways, the lady was really, really cool then. She didn't charge us the extra $20 for not getting it there by 8 that morning, and she also gave us the $10 deposit back, being that I cleaned it. This lady gets a gold star!

I went to the bank, went to go see Dillon, but on the way I actually met up with him on the street, having a car-to-car conversation.

"Mikey! Hey! I just got a new job! It's a painting job, so we're on our way to go take care of their upstairs and basement. I'll see ya later, man! God bless!"

Well, that is really, really awesome he got such a well-paying job like that! See? I told you folks God would help him out! I'll keep you still posted on whatever else comes up with him.

Then from there I went back to the apartment, where I realized I was tired. That's where I blanked out...on the chair...for four hours. Whee! Ha, well, rest is nice, isn't it? At least Ryan woke me up later.... Folks, I don't care how much you might complain about others waking you up; if you have somebody who actually takes the effort to wake your butt up from unconsciousness, you are blessed indeed. Mikey said so.
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