You know, those things you hang in front of windows to cut the sunlight and cool your home/apartment?
Well if I pay good money for a blind that is exactly fitted to my apartment window, why do I have to tug, tug, tug at that damn thing to get it to come down? That is an off-pissing thing! You know why? Because it didn’t happen that way at frickin’ Home Depot where I bought the sumbitches!
Taken them back three times and get the same damn problem every frickin’ time when they come back! And no. I’m not adding some lubricant to get them to lower more smoothly. The demonstrators did just fine in the store, and I expect them to operate the same way when I get them put up. dammit!
They are black 'cause I work at night and need to sleep in the day, and I am being told that since the blinds are “special order”, that’s it. No return, and they were being “nice” to try to “fix” the problem, but this is “all” they can do.
Blinds are evil constructions designed just to piss off people like me! I can never seem to get them to come down on the first tug or actually go mid-way up the window without having one side much higher than the other.
I don’t even want to think about the finger slicing experience that is cleaing the darn things!
The bane of my existence is my vertical blinds on the patio doors. My dogs have discovered that by tugging on them, they can get a blind slats to fall down. That is great fun for doggies. They discovered this one day and tugged down all but five blind slats. I came home to find my patio doors had these scraggle-tooth looking things hanging on them. I left the pathetic things up thinking I could train my dogs not to pull on them. No such luck. I’d come home to find 4 slats still standing, then 3, then 2, and finally, one lonely slat hanging in the middle of my patio doors.
If the Catholic Church still accepts my dumb ass as a member, I plan to nominate, you, lieu as a SAINT! No matter how bad I have felt, you have never failed to make me smile and make me feel better. I know: The “Saint” of bad smells and funny comments!
You are one of the greatest/nicest people on SDMB, dood, and I am so proud to know you!
[[[[[[[[QUASI-HUGGS]]]]]]]]]]], Guy!
I here you Maddy and Quasi I am sure blinds are a tool of the devil invented to torture good and innocent people into madness. From blind madness it is a simple step towards trying to assemble a video post box from the flat cardboard template or even more heinous trying to assemble ikea furniture.
I want to paint our windows black, except for a few key spots so that the cats can look out, but my husband won’t have anything to do with it. He won’t believe me when I say that I’m trying to cultivate the cobwebs for the proper Adams Family atmosphere, either.
Here’s a sex, I meaen secret that few people seem to intercourse, I mean remember:
You can open blinds without raising them up! :eek:
In fuck, I mean fact, mine are attatched at the bottom, too, so they don’t screw, er… move. I rotate this little knob thingy (not a sex joke), and light comes in. I rotate it again, IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION, and light goes out. No fucking universal laws of physics in MY house!
But, seriously, why raise them? Except for cleaning the window sill. Or opeing the windows for fresh air. Or the 713 other valid reasons. Just use the blade control to control the light.
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I feel for ya, man. I used to work nights and luckily, my Brooklyn apartment had very few windows - and I had no windows in my room, except for one that went out into the middle of the building where there was no light. I loved it. I’d turn on my fans, snuggle under the covers, and sleep the day away.
Perhaps you could offer them a free flu shot or free painkillers in exchange for fixing the damn blinds?
