Almost fits
The story of my life, wherein I jump from one minor crisis to another. If it isn’t an oven that is trying to attract the fire department, or a garbage can that doesn’t empty properly because the huge whollops of foam rubber have expanded to fill available space, it’s something else. Each day brings another adventure, and I like it that way. I g uess.
After careful research and special permission (to call interprovincially on someone else’s dime), I found the company that handles replacement parts for our summer home (think tent). Preventive maintenance, since the ozone layer now permits greater solar damage than back in the last century. Our tent fly is close to cooked and I wanted a new one.
Today, the plain cardboard box containing a duly labeled nylon fly arrived, and I was content (for a brief time). You see, the colour doesn’t match. Now, I’m indifferent to cosmetic variations, but as we unwrapped the parcel, other details became DETAILS. Although the base dimensions are “within limits”, the attaching straps don’t match. That is, the connection that keeps the fly close to the tent doesn’t exist.
I’m not ready to blame anyone (yet). After all, companies reserve the right to modify product at will. And consumers reserve the right to complain. We returned to the store where we purchase our tents (twenty years of change). There, the consultant in alternative housing (the tent guy) assured us that our model is still sold, with the same clip system. He will contact the suppliers tomorrow to see if replacements are available.
I didn’t have the heart to mention that I had just received a parcel from that same supplier, and there may be issues.
