Cliff had to go to a lab to have blood work done, and we'd never been there before. So we decided to try out the GPS system we bought for the laptop. It worked great! Because of a traffic jam, we had to get off our route, and a lady's voice kept telling us to turn around and go back to the freeway. Once we got near our alternate road, the system adjusted and told us how to get to our destination the back way. We were amazed!
While we were in Branson, Cliff noticed one of our tires was looking pretty bad, so we decided to go to Sears and tire-shop. We went in at 9:30, when the doors opened; within fifteen minutes, we had our tires picked out. Cliff asked if it would take long, and the lady, looking around at her empty department said, "No, there's nobody else here." I noticed a sign that said "One-hour installation". Sounds good.
We window-shopped in Sears for awhile, then I suggested we take our half-hour walk in the mall. Cliff agreed that was a great idea, and by the time we finished our walk, the car would no doubt be ready.
Nobody was even near the car when we returned. By now there were other customers waiting, and I noticed other vehicles were being worked on while ours sat on the rack. Another hour went by, and we struck up a conversation with a man in the waiting room. He said last week he'd sat waiting for four hours while they got around to putting his new tires on. I asked the lady about the one-hour thing; she said that doesn't count aligning the tires.
About this time I remembered I had my camera, and of course I just KNEW my readers would like to hear my rant about Sears.
We finally got out of there at noon, exactly. Two and one-half hours. If you're in the Kansas City area, I suggest you not get your tires at Sears, unless you like waiting around for hours.
Our daughter got some freebie lights for Cliff the other day, and he needed fluorescent bulbs for them. So we made a quick trip into Sam's Club. Check the picture to see how we got an eight-foot-long box into a Grand Marquis.