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For those people who buy the “dream” house- the 100+ year old house to put the reproduction antique furniture in, a FYI. So very ideal till you come to the small narrow ass stairways.



Five steps up- sharp turn to the right, and eight or more steps up to the second floor hallway.



So when you stand and fuss as the guys grunt and cuss, pads held to the walls and railing to try and not damage them, and the piece, and you ask why we are having SUCH a problem, and I tell you big furniture does not like sharp turns in narrow stairways, DO NOT tell me "FYI- they had these pieces way back when."



NO they did not. This is a reproduction that comes in two pieces, if we are lucky. This one- NOT. One huge ass monster of a piece.



See- “back then” they made furniture with pegs. Tongue and groves. The items of this size broke down to several SMALL pieces. SMALL pieces that would make the turn in these stairway.



FY freaking I.



*Glare*



She turns and said she would be in the kitchen, and when we got done, to come tell her and she would show us where she wanted it put in the room.



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I would love to tell her where to put it.

I found a letter from the State of Kentucky telling me I owe more money on a KIT account on one of the stright job trucks. Thing is- I have been needing to close this account as I changed the licenced weight, taking it out of this tax bracket.



Last year I paid the small amount of $40.00 or so dollars, because I just knew what it was going to take to get it removed. But today was the day. I called one office, to be sent to another that had no idea what I was talking about. Back to the one- to be sent to a different one, only to be sent to another. #5 calls later and I am talking to the Tax Branch.



To a woman who know Jack Shit nothing about trucks! Or what it will take to get me out of the system. You think I am kidding- but these are a few of the stupid ass questions I got asked. ANd my smartass answers. Hey- after thirty minutes of her she was damn lucky I did not get nasty with her. :)



"Today- this morning, what is your truck weight?" "Well that is hard to say as it frosted- so I would have to add a pound or so."



"How many axels does the truck have on it now?" "Same as when I tagged it with the state."



"When you have the truck loaded- how many axels does it have?" "Well it does not grow, so lets say the same." "I need you to tell the truth about this." "OK- How about this. Its a stright job. Like a full size school bus. 26 feet long. You can not change how many axels it has. That answer your question?" "But how many axels does it have once you have it loaded? O-o I just gave her the answer she wanted "Two."



"Why did you pay taxes on this last year when you are telling me you did not have to?" "So I would not have to deal with stupid people who don't know a thing about what they are doing, and just making me pissed. I am soooo happy I found you instead." --.-- She took it as a compliment.



"I need the 2005, 2006 and this year registration on the truck." "I can get you this year, but the other two years I can't." "Why not?" "Because I threw them away." "But you need those for your taxes. There is a percentage you can take off for your taxes." "Hon- I write all of it off as its a commerical truck. Reason you guys are involved with this. If it was private the State would not be dealing with it." "Oh." *Eye start to twitch about then*