Conversations with my Husband

Last week at work, BJ asked me to find him a tube of vacuum film that we can put over this 14 foot high tank, then pull a vacuum on, so that we can check the tank for leaks. This is work that we're quoting to another company, so I was trying to get pricing so that he could include the cost in the quote he sends them.

So, I spoke to this company (one we've never worked with before) that makes this sort of film for aerospace and for boating and whatnot, and they said, "We normally do 1000 foot rolls. We'll just find a remnant in the warehouse and send it to you..." because it's not worth their time to mess with our piddly 20 feet.

I just got off the phone with the very nice man at this company, and here's the text message exchange I had with BJ...

Amy: {Company Name} is sending a 90 inch diameter x 20 ft tube of vacuum film

BJ: holy crap. sending???

Amy: free

BJ: Christ. We're not even sure we'll be doing the work yet

Amy: It's FREE

BJ: right and we should write them a nice letter thanking them but what in the hell am I going to do with a 20 ft condom for 2 months?

Sometimes this blog just writes itself.