My husband came in to tell me one day last year that the lawnmower wouldn’t start. (My husband is a wonderful soul, but he is not good with mechanical things.)
“It’s got plenty of gas, right?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s got gas,” he said.
I’m not an expert on small engines by any means, but I can usually figure out what’s wrong with the lawnmower. I go and poke around and poke around and nothing I do is making any difference.
I finally realize that when I push rubber bulb on the side – the one that shoots the gas into the carburetor – that NO GAS is coming out. Yes, there was gas in the tank, but just a tiny coating on the bottom of the tank – too little to actually make the engine run. :smack:
one time I drove back to my car mechanic to complain that while he had successfully fixed the heater core in the dashboard, he’d killed my radio. Of course,… I had failed to turn it on, but in my defense, I don’t think I EVER turn it off, I just turn it down.
Another time, I was out of town at a strange mall, and my wife and I left the mall and couldn’t find our car !!! I was sure that was the entrance we came in at. I even PERSUADED A STRANGER TO DRIVE ME AROUND THE PARKING LOT !! Finally, I found another entrance that was identical to the one we had entered, even down to the dumpster off to the left. Nightmarish.
This reminds me of the night I was in Ruby Tuesday’s restaurant and the cops were there taking a report from some guy whose car was stolen out of the parking lot. Long story short… he forgot he was in a rented car. :smack: