Adventures in Renovation

Today I called Tribles Appliance Parts looking for parts for my vintage stove. Yeah, sounds like the fuzzy tribbles from Star Trek that multiply uncontrollably. When I took the busted grates from my stove over to my friend Laura so she could weld them back together, this guy there told me he got parts for his vintage stove from this company called Tribles. He tried to look it up in the phone book right there but couldn't seem to find the location. He described a place with shelves stocked with piles of vintage stove parts. Just what I need!

The first location I called, the guy laughed at me. He said he couldn't do anything for me unless I had a model number for the stove (to see if Frigidaire still had parts). I have a feeling Tappan didn't have a model numbers for the stove they made that year. They probably just made one model of their Tappan Deluxe in 1948. No need for a model number.

Alright, so not that helpful. That's cool, I'll talk to another location. They'll al least be able to tell me which location stocks this stuff. The next guy rattled off a couple phone numbers for some place in California. "What's the name of this place?" I asked. "Antique Gas Stoves!" He replied as if I'm a totally idiot for not figuring that out already.

"Alright. And that number was 909..."

"Yeah, 445-0300." Now completely irritated for having to repeat himself despite the fact that he gave me a different number the first time. He practically hung up on me.

Being treated so rudely by these two assholes really pissed me off. At the risk of being my most juvenile blog entry yet, fuck you Tribles.