Went to the post office, and by the time I got home, had voice mail from him, saying that they'd talked to someone and to the carpet cleaners, and the cleaners were going to "revise their bill", and he'd get back to me again when he knew what was what.
Damn, must have made an impression (Di said it was a lot of fun to watch). When I go to complain, baby, I know how to work it.
Mostly, it felt good to get mad at someone.