Way back at the beginning of the year, I paved the patio around my fire pit in the backyard, and I needed cement, so I went to Lowe’s. The pallet of cement had either leaked when it rained, been left out in the rain, or the truck hauling it had been caught in the rain. Every bag had been wet, so I had to drive to a store in another town to get cement that wasn’t ruined.

Then, last week, I went to Lowe’s for a can of acetone, and every can was damaged. They looked like either the box had been dropped or something had been dropped on the box. This was the least fucked up can of the bunch.

So, today, I went up to Lowe’s to buy a new water heater. When I got home, I discovered that it had been hit by a forklift. They sold it to me at full price, with no mention of the fact that it was damaged. What the fuck, Lowe’s? Why is everything in the store so fucked up, and why are they okay stocking it?

I had to take the damaged water heater back to the store and buy another one, which added more than an hour to my water heater replacement experience, but at least I can take a hot shower tonight. My cold shower last night was unpleasant to say the least.