You don't know what you have 'til it's gone

Time and time again I've realized the title of this entry: 'You don't know what you have 'til it's gone.'

Most of the time, for me at least, it applies to people--real live breathing human beings...or sets in at the close of a baseball season!

Harsh reality hit as the Sears man ripped out the console of our Treadmill.

Something just wasn't right with that piece of equipment that, believe it or not, has the power to save both Me and Mom.

It was almost impossible to turn on and once you got it on, it had a mind of its own and would take you on speeds you did not know you could go.

So our friendly Sears maintenance man came out to the house.

Apparently, all businesses are changing. This Sears man was a bit salty and not as in love with his job as we have seen him in years past.

He definitely saw the problem immediately. Sometimes you call for a service man, and once they arrive, the problem ceases to exist!

Well, he could not even turn on the Treadmill.

He contacted his office in hopes that they would send a new one out, seeing as how we have been paying on this service agreement for so long. He said, 'you have paid for this Treadmill time and time again being enrolled in your service agreement program.'

Not a chance. His supervisor told him to rip out the console, send it back, they would fix it, and they would send it back.

And neither of them has any idea how long the process will take.

If they would have left the console in, we could have at least 'chanced' getting on there and doing a few minutes before it revved up to 100 mph....but this way, it just sets there, DEAD.

Well, I sure hope Sears gets their butt in gear and sends along our 'haphazardly patched up' console, or I hate to say it, I could be just setting there, DEAD!