| I'd be happy if UPS-the-brown-shirted-package-jockeys didn't steal my stuff. Last week, I sent two dozen batteries to a guy in Florida (I'm in Wisconsin, if that has never come up). The box arrived Tuesday. Sixteen of the batteries were in the original packaging (remember, I'm in the UPS-the-electrical-boxes-of-life-or-death business) boxes. Those two boxes were gone. The foam with which I packed them into the larger box, as well as the loosies, were all intact. Someone had cut into my box, taken two boxes out, and sent the rest onward. Those brown-shirted package jockeys will SUFFER for their transgression.
I wish Madison had better pedal selections. Or, more importantly, I wish I were happy with my choices. Right now, I am in a good spot.
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"It sort tastes like the flavor in your mouth when you burp...after you've been eating a lot of ah bread sticks or something."
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