Bedolla’s Carpet Warehouse

What a lying sack!
I hate when people tell you that they have something when you are
on the phone with them, but when you get there, they don’t have it, but will try to sell you something anyway. Damnit, it is the dawn of my high season and homeboy is fuckin’ around. I needed some small carpet remnant/​samples because they bring forth guaranteed sales after I paint them. I asked the man on the phone if he had any that I could purchase and he said Yes.
He lied, he lied!
As soon as I walked into this spot, I knew I’d been duped. «You don’t want no rolls of carpet?» he asked.
NO! I want remnants! That is what I said over the phone. What the fuck! I had to drive to Compton for this shit. And not a good part of Compton either. He needed to clean up the place and in a hurry… fucking fire hazard. He then proceeded to tell me how I could make what I wanted by cutting a large roll into pieces and then edge it up with a glue gun and some Fabric.
Don’t tell me how to paint my shit!
By then, I was a bit pissed off, so I left. On the way home I passed a carpet store, made a U turn and left with 50 remnants. Daaaamn! This place was in Long Beach, much closer to home.
Damn you, Bedollas! Damn you!