Really! That's where you sit when you drive? No frickin' way! It's just impossible to drive with your head below the dashboard. So why is it that when my son brings the car back, the driver's seat is alway all the way back and lying nearly flat. The kid's 5'7" and not particularly long of inseam, so I don't get it! That's gotta hurt on the long haul.
Now, the interesting part is that even if it's only a quick trip to the store a 1/3 mi. away. The seat will be completely out of sorts, the radio will be blasting when I start the car, and the station will be set to "jibba, jibba, jibba, yeah, yeah, yeah!" It's not a local station, it's everywhere there is anyone under 25 breathing.
The ladder incident: Last Fall a neighbor called to ask if he could use my 24 footer for a few days. He had a "job" and his ladder would not suffice. "Alright. Go ahead and grab it off the rack on the side of the shed", saith I. Time passed and eventually it showed back up on the shed hooks. It kind of stopped me. I couldn't exactly figure how it was different. The old brain ground away big time for awhile, and eventually I was able to ascertain that it was indeed different. My red plastic tips were ripped and nasty. My 24 footer was now about 15'. There was some kind hook-like apparatus clamped to the top. Hummmmmmm.......
A quick call, and about 2 weeks later, I had the borrower's attention. 'Up with that' was that my ladder had suffered an accident while it was being shortened. The piece of crap hanging on my wall was purpose built to the specs of a homeowner who needed a special ladder. Ouch!
Long story short: Pressure was applied, and my altered ladder was replaced by a suitable used one of roughly the same length and strength.
I guess the message is this: If you want to keep your shit intact, leave it hanging on the shed. Every man knows that once someone has moved your seat in any direction but back and forth to fit their inseam, it can never be made right again. Your space is spoiled forever.
Ok. So I'll let people drive my car and I'll lend out the ladder many times or until the guy up the road trades it for drugs again. That's a whole 'nother story! As a parent and neighbor, I feel duty bound to help the kids and other people out. As an American and NYS employee, I feel equally duty bound to bitch.
Keep your powder dry, mates!
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It's about time you posted again you lazy slacker. Even though it returns in an altered state, at least you get your stuff back. I leant out money.!? When I had to become a bill collector 'cause these folks didn't do what they'd said - surprise, surprise - I ended up being the bad guy who was hounding them.......for my money back. The worst part is that I still haven't seen dime one, yet the last time I see them they're wearing a new Buffalo Bills jacket. LOSERS!!
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