Lawn Mower Woes

Ok, a little background about Lori and Me when we get together… We never do anything the easy way…partly because we’re both stubborn and pigheaded and partly because things that only happen in movie sequences happen to us…

For Example, the lawn mower escapades that ensued yesterday:
I left work at 5:30 pm, which is when I get off. It took me an hour in rush traffic to make it to her house, which is actually only a 20 minute drive from work, tops.

Upon arriving at her house, we loaded up the weedeater that I bought for my brother (with his money, I might add) into the back of her truck and left to go and get a lawn mower from Wayne. Wayne is the father of a friend of Lori’s and all he does is restore lawn mowers. However, the one he had restored and I was supposed buy for my brother ended up having a bad coil in it. I don’t know what that means, technically, but we could tell that something was wrong with the mower.

A little geography for people outside of Alabama: I work in Hoover, Lori lives south of where I work in Alabaster. Wayne lives south of Lori in Calera. All three of these cities are with 15-20 minutes of each other. Clanton is south of Calera and is another 30 minutes away.

Lori and I ended up backtracking to Alabaster to check out a lawn mower she saw in the paper. We had to meet this guy at a gas station to follow him to his house. He lives in a VERY confusing subdivision. When Lori called him, he told her he would be in a Firebird. And he was. Oh, how he was.

This guy was in his late 40s, at least. He had blonde hair, starting to thin on top and his hair was fashionably styled in a mullet. Yes, you read that right, a mullet. And the Firebird? It was a T-top and yes, the T-top was off. So he was stylin’ and profilin’.

Well, when he pulled up to the gas station, he told us he needed to pick up a couple packs of cigarettes. When he got out of the Firebird, he stood at about 5 ft. It was classic. I wish I had gotten a picture.

Anyway, we ended up getting the lawn mower from him. It was very well kept. The lawn mower. Anyway, it’s about 7:30 pm at this point and from Alabaster, Clanton is roughly an hour away and please keep in mind that neither of us had ever been to my brother’s house. Directions to his house, do in fact include, “turn off the paved road onto the dirt road.”

We finally made it to his house around 8:30 pm. We got the lawn mower off of Lori’s truck and into his yard. We started it up, once Lori figured out how and it ran beautifully with one exception. It wouldn’t move. It took another 30 minutes of trying to figure out what we were doing wrong, calling the guy we bought it from and a lot of swearing before the guy figured out, over the phone, that the kill switch underneath the seat had been engaged.

30 minutes people. 30 minutes that we will never get back.

We finally left my brother’s house at 9:15 pm. We had to do the obligatory visit with his wife and my neices, since they are visiting right now. She’s still in Illinois trying to sell their house and get rid of crap they don’t want. That’s another story.

Needless to say, I didn’t get home until 11:00 pm last night and I am pooped. I am cranky, grouchy and knitting deprived.

I did do a little knitting yesterday at lunch on my bikini, but promptly frogged all of it because I misread the pattern and have cast back on, but haven’t made it past the second row due to last night’s escapades.

Have a great weekend, everybody and enjoy your Labor Day! I plan on doing the same!

Related posts: