John Foust wrote:
 Again and again, whenever enough time passes for me to
 forget how utterly incompetent these people are, and then
 I place an order for something - or should I say try to
 place an order for something - those neurons are refreshed
 with a new memory of exactly how much they *always* screw it up,
 and they try again to refresh the other neurons that
 tell me to never, ever expect anything but idiocy from
 that place, and that it's only useful if I can push them
 aside, get what I want, and get out without giving them
 the chance to screw it up.  I needed to vent.  Thank you.
 - John 
Yep that's why they are known as Rat Shack, or Trash Shack (sorry to all
the TRS-80 fans).  Here in St. Joe we call it the out house, as they are
usually out of whatever you want.  Those kids get paid minimum wage and
know minimum when it comes to anything other than cell phones and
stereos.
Gary Hildebrand
St. Joseph, MO