I received a custom order silver ring I'd purchased. I did not size my finger correctly due to my…read moreown over-approximation of my abilities, I thought it was much larger. Some people say this is common for men, hehe....I digress.
I investigated online for how feasible and financially palatable a feat of this magnitude might be. The results provided by Google were optimistic, as they usually are these days due to the AI backed search engine....they know what we want. Possibility, hope, reasonable customer service.
Due to my location during my sleuthing; I was directed by my hopeful companion, Google, to the jewelry store in my immediate proximity. Four minute drive...hell yeah brother...I'm in the truck and on my way. Seemingly assured of my abilities (again) that the first option, despite negative reviews, was gonna be a sure-fire no casualties mission. But lo, there was collateral damage, there was a crushing of childlike joy, obliteration of ego...folks....I'm talking casualties.
I entered the scene of the crime, sunglasses on, ridiculously large ring in hand, likely sweaty due to palpable anticipation. The scene....a jeweler....the crime....murdering newfound internet given expectations revolving the reworking of fashionable metal....the victim....an idiot....me. A woman greeted me, gruffly, I explained what had to be done as I set the ring upon the countertop. Retrieving it for a closer look, she said, "I can't do it." I, visibly crushed, asked whether she knew anyone in the area that might be able to handle the scope of work. Her reply......."No one......" Seeing that I would receive no assistance here (damn you Google), a quick-step heel turn maneuver was successfully accomplished, and I retreated out the door after a brisk, "Then I suppose we are done here." She mumbled something about her tool being too small and not being able to cut through the thick band, but I was already gone. Sunglasses still on face....pretty cool....
Returning back to my sanctuary I was reeling from this massive blow to my world. I took the initiative once again; of petitioning the big G for an answer. It gave me one, and like from the heavens, I heard the trumpets call.......and they tooted out in capital font.....GOLD RUSH JEWELERS....
Not wanting to potentially waste valuable fossil fuels I employ to power my steel steed, dubbed The Vessel. I elected to type an electronic letter to this magnificent empire that ruled the north bay with a golden fist. It was not a grand communication, and I had no envoy to send but the current of the interwebs to word of this quest. Almost immediately, a mysterious figure who identified himself as Rick, answered from the nether. He told me that this could indeed be possible, but that I must send him photos of it in order that he gather a more complete understanding of just how thick this silver band was. Once his eyes set upon them, he advised me that one of his stalwart metal magicians nearby must be consulted posthaste. Unfortunately, the hour was late, and the shadows had gone, replacing the world with darkness as opposed to light. Their Rohnert Park location was closed....it was 9 o'clock....completely reasonable.
I showed up, precisely at the time that Sir Rick passed to me, in order to encounter his wizard before the mobs showed up to plead that his miracles be worked on their own accessories. A very kind woman named Kat assisted me, and upon having me try on several ring measurements, we found one that suited my fit best. She did warn me that it may be difficult and may not come out perfect. Then she floated into the back with my ring, after a brief conversation with an unknown voice, the Conjurer Steven emerged.
The conversation was fruitful, Steven said he would attempt it and do his best. He said that there was a possibility the transformation would destroy the ring. I said it was no use to me in its present shape, and that I would sign whatever needed to release liability over them. They let me know that it could take close to a week before it was attempted, but that it could end up being tended to quicker. The undertaking was still plausible, and with happy faces, we all went about our day. I saddled up the truck again and gallivanted off to work. Difficult first few hours of the shift, but then my cellular telephone device shattered my concentration. An unknown number was calling, I let it go to voicemail, I like to screen my calls. Spam....but wait Steven left me a voicemail. The job was done and I was free to retrieve the ring at any time. The work day ended and I sped off into the north, not using the freeway due to the peasantry clogging vital arteries. I'm a backroads kind of dude, never see me coming. Too many words to post. Great experience though from all staff, Kat and Steven are amazing.
