This afternoon, my girlfriend bought an hour massage as a gift for my wife. She loved it. While she was getting her massage, my girlfriend and I spent the afternoon hanging track lighting in her house.
Turns out the building contractor installed the wrong electrical junction boxes in the house, and as a result, we have a lot more work to do than we really should. After dinner, we need to head to Home Depot to get the correct junction boxes and some other miscellaneous things to finish the job. It should've been easy, but no.
You think used-car salesmen are bad? Try building contractors. Fsck.
On my girlfriend's bookshelf: "The Lives of the Norse Kings," "The Differential Equations Problem Solver," "Applied Cryptography," "BSD System Administrator's Handbook," "The Warp-Weighted Loom," "The Art of Blacksmithing," "The Once and Future Goddess," "SM101," "Decline and Fall of the American Programmer," and "Chemical Engineering Thermodynamics." Isn't it amazing what you can tell about someone from their reading list?