A disgruntled prelude to the games

So I came to Lincoln this afternoon so I could pick up my registration packet for the state games triathlon tomorrow. I had to be at the place before 6. When I signed up for the race, they made it sound very important that you get your registration information. You could even pay them an extra 5 bucks to mail it to you. F#ck that, and now -- f#ck them.
All that was in the registration packet was a magazine and some random pieces of paper - oh, and another cotton race t-shirt, and they didn't even have my size. Nothing important what so ever! I broke up my day so I could come down and get this crap for what turns out to be no reason at all. What a bunch of BS. If I would have paid them 5 bucks to send me this crap, I would have spent the money to send them an actual bag of crap back.
My buddy Gerald said I wouldn't need to go and pick it up, and dang it, he was right. I will be writing the state games association on this one. Come on, don't waste my time and my money. How lame, I don't think I have ever gotten a more worthless race packet.
I was planning on coming to Lincoln this evening so I could get some extra sleep, but I had stuff to do today. Sheesh.