Tirade
So my dad comes home and asks me to help him work on the yard. No problem. I mow and he gets out the brand new Black & Decker Edger he has just purchased. It's a big thing, red and black and looking like something that could take off your feet if it was so inclined. It looked powerful. It looked sturdy. It looked like a real power tool.. (insert Tim Allen-esque male grunting.)
Within fifteen minutes of opening the box, the damn thing had smoke pouring out of it.
So much for American workmanship. Here I thought that when you bought something it would last until the warranty expired before exploding. That way you'd be forced to buy a new "whatever it was" and the industry could prosper. Apparently that wasn't enough for somebody. Does this mean they set little timers within the devices, instructing them to detonate 10 minutes after being exposed to natural light?
At any rate, I finished the edging on the drivewaythrough the judicious use of a shovel, an older edger with a dull blade, and brute force.
Now my back is killing me...though it was doing that before I did yard work.
I blame Jason's couch. I went over there Saturday night and we watched dvd's until 4 in the morning and then went to sleep. The couch has something in it that tends to lie right in the small of my back, pressing into it. So, of course, I wake up in...well...the afternoon...with a shooting pain that apparently lasts for a few days.
Ah well. I'm just getting old.
Within fifteen minutes of opening the box, the damn thing had smoke pouring out of it.
So much for American workmanship. Here I thought that when you bought something it would last until the warranty expired before exploding. That way you'd be forced to buy a new "whatever it was" and the industry could prosper. Apparently that wasn't enough for somebody. Does this mean they set little timers within the devices, instructing them to detonate 10 minutes after being exposed to natural light?
At any rate, I finished the edging on the drivewaythrough the judicious use of a shovel, an older edger with a dull blade, and brute force.
Now my back is killing me...though it was doing that before I did yard work.
I blame Jason's couch. I went over there Saturday night and we watched dvd's until 4 in the morning and then went to sleep. The couch has something in it that tends to lie right in the small of my back, pressing into it. So, of course, I wake up in...well...the afternoon...with a shooting pain that apparently lasts for a few days.
Ah well. I'm just getting old.