Wednesday, April 1, 2026

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #1048: MY KINGDOM FOR A BACK SCRATCHER


 

Here's something you might not know about me. I constantly need a back scratcher. I have a very itchy back. No, it's not a matter of not washing my back. I have a brush, for Pete's sake. I don't know what it is, but I constantly need to scratch my back. I have a back scratcher in my front room. I have one in my bedroom. I have one at work. Or, at least, I *did* have one at work.

It fell to pieces except for one length which just isn't long enough to reach the places I itch the most. I still desperately tried to use that, mostly to no avail, and I finally came to the conclusion that I just needed to spend the money on a new one. But where do you get a back scratcher?

Mine all came from Grandma. The one I used at work had been the one she used near the end of her life when she sat in the living room all day and watched TV (if we were lucky). But now I had to get a new one. I did what any modern person would do: I went to Google.

I ordered a back scratcher from Target using a gift card I'd gotten, oddly enough, at work. But then, for a reason that could not be articulated to me, they canceled my order. Seriously, no representative I spoke with knew why. And no, I couldn't reorder it.

Well fuck. I didn't want to have to do this, but I'll get it from Walmart. The store didn't have it, but they could ship it to me for free. I ordered it from them.

And much to my horror, it got canceled. Again. What the fuck? Did they not make back scratchers anymore?

I hit my five year anniversary at work, so they gave me an Amazon gift card. Time to try Bezos. I ordered it from them, hoping the third time would do the charm, fully expecting to learn that they'd canceled this one, too.

Finally, after struggling with this for AN ENTIRE FUCKING MONTH, I got my back scratcher today. I know this sounds like a weird thing for me to complain about, but why did it have to take that long? Am I being unreasonable in wanting to legally purchase a back scratcher? I probably could have gotten a gun a lot faster.

Anyway, here's an odd question. Do any of you have any Public Storage real life horror stories? I'm thinking of maybe being a journalist again. Let me know if you want to talk about that.

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