Not him...

We've been going through quite a run-around with RH Foster, the oil company. They "accidentally" pumped $913 worth of oil into our oil tank a month ago and we have been in (reluctant) constant communication with them ever since to figure out how they want to fix their error. We only burned 1/4 tank of oil last year and that was how much we had before they came so we needed a solution that translated into cheap, cheaper and cheapest for us if we were to keep the oil. (Which we did, by the way, at a sweet $3.79 a gallon - their wholesale price.)

After the ongoing folly of errors on their part, we had fielded at least a dozen phone calls from them. The other day the phone rang and the caller ID once again read "RH Foster."

"It's RH Foster, AGAIN," I announce as I pick up the phone.

Ella, from the living room where she is eating lunch with her cousin Michaela says, "Oh, not him again."

"Who?" asks Michaela.

"RH Foster," Ella says with a sad shake of her head.