Today's Silly Story
Sukie and I went to Home Depot. He wanted 20 bags of mulch and a new fountain for the yard to replace the one we bought last year, because it cracked from the ice that formed in it.
So off we go in our Smart Car, Mrs. Fezziwig.
The plan was to get everything delivered.
A very nice young man at Home Depot suggested that for $20 we could rent a "Load and Go," a truck.
Why we suddenly had the burning desire to save $39 is beyond me.
So, we load the 20 (water logged, it rained today) bags of mulch on flatbed hand-trucks.
Sukie is limping today and using his cane.
I end up doing most of the loading on the hand-trucks.
Sukie is getting upset with me, as we now have some sort of manhood thing going on.
I try to make him feel better by saying telling him it's not unusual for old women like him to lose their strength.
We drag the hand trucks to the cashier and then I, like mule, haul them across the parking lot to the other end of the store.
I rent the truck.
The young man who rents it to me, is rude and odd.
I can take rude. I can take odd. Together it was annoying.
We (I) now have to load the truck. This was a farce in an of itself, as I was not bred for manual labor.
It now comes time to drive the truck.
Some of you might have seen the size of the car I drive. Now imagine me driving a big flatbed truck. Imagine me, in a Chicago alley, under the El trying to back the flatbed truck into the garage.
Sukie gets out of the truck. Apparently he has lined up legions of neighbors to help us unload.
It's odd, because it seems like there was some kind of alien invasion during the time we've been at Home Depot, because suddenly all of the neighbors have disappeared.
We manage to unload the truck, and I back on the road.
I have to stop to put gas in the truck.
We pull into a gas station, and now Sukie and I are perplexed because we can't find the gas cap. I do however, discover that there was a pull out ramp we could have used to just walk everything onto the flatbed, rather than my lifting and throwing bags of water logged mulch.
We finally get back to Home Depot.
I pay for the rental and we go back to Mrs. Fezziwig.
Now comes the insult. Someone has stolen the pith helmet Mickey head antenna topper I bought at Animal Kingdom. I'm PO'd.
Sukie and I decide to never try to do any loading and hauling again.
Oh, and there were some other funny things that happened both in Home Depot and in the parking lot, but that's my next posting, "Life With a Celebrity."