I've sent your new LB kit... TWICE, and it's still here. Put it into my mailbox for pickup Monday... mailidiot came, left mail, failed to take the kits. Same thing today! (Wife's car is in the shop and so I won't have wheels until tomorrow morning because she's driving mine). Each time I have to void the lable and print another one because they are only valid for the daite listed... so now I have to do it all for THIRD time! When you get your kit you'll see 3 (or more) lables on it. Ugggg!
Look on the bright side... at least there's NO CHANCE of it coming open!!!
Course he'll need an industrial laser to get into the package...
"This is an industrial laser, Mr. Bond... it emits and extraordinary light-- not to be found in nature... It can project a spot on the moon, or, at closer range, cut through solid metal... here, I'll show you...
Thank you for the demonstration, Goldfinger, but that's quite alright...
Choose your next witticism carefully, Mr. Bond, it may be your last...
Do you expect me to talk??
NO, Mr. Bond... I EXPECT YOU TO DIE!!!!"
LOL
Later! OL JR
PS... I guess it's not just me... seems like the Postal Service is going to extraordinary measures to hire only the biggest idiots they can possibly find... I get our schoolbus "mechanics" mail, and he lives over a mile and half from here two roads over... good Bohemian name and mine's English... and the moron has "peeled out" from the mailbox so many times that he's dug several potholes a foot deep in front of the mailbox and across the driveway... and dug out four or five inches deep along the edge of the county road pavement, which is crumbling off because of it... I've leveled it up TWICE with the tractor, and he tears it up again within a WEEK... FINALLY I've had it and told Betty, "I don't care if he tears the suspension clean out from under that little rice rocket he drives, I'm NOT levelling it up AGAIN!" Let the county do it... that's what we pay these exhorbitant taxes for...
PPS... this is the idiot that left my Saturn V out in a FLOODING RAIN on the front steps, for my nephew to find and thankfully unpack and stack the tubes over the heater vents while we were in Indiana last Christmas... JERK!!!