OK it is about time to bring up the old stories so the new members can get a laugh at our expense.
Latest, tell on myself story:
My grandson is living with me, he is 17, and part of his chores are to cut the grass. It has not been cut in over a month. My wife was complaining about the weed eating that needed to be done and
I began to think. DANGER! DANGER!
Now how can I possibly run a weed eater from my Quantum 6000 power wheelchair? You already know what is coming based on the past stories.
I waited until I was
home alone, in other words wifie gone to town shopping, won't be back for awhile to catch me. :evil::evil:
I ran the extension cords out into the yard and laid the weed whacker thingy on the arm rail of my wheelchair facing to the left. If I ran the wheelchair at just the right distance from the flower bed then it would trim the grass right up to the edging.
So I have my little sweat band on my head, weed eater in action, it is working. I am so proud of my way of figuring things out. Almost like that TV character McGiver. Wow, I am so smart, pat on the back.:mrgreen:
Of course in order to move through the heavy uncut grass I had to set my power wheelchair on high speed. Things were going great for about 40 feet then I came to a curve in the flower bed. (Pause for effect)
The weed eater caught on something and jumped off the rail of the wheelchair, and I moved to try to catch it and hit the control and full speed ahead into the flower bed with a 7 foot tall bush in my face. No problem, I begin to back up and discovered my front wheels had crossed a line of bricks that were buried in the dirt that I had not seen before. I was stuck. In the bushes. Oh, it gets better.
There was a ceramic pot about 2 feet high dead ahead, and inside the pot...............a nest of wasps......I discovered that when I hit the pot going forward, since this was the only direction the wheelchair would move. The pot broke, the wasps came out mad to say the least and then the wheelchair stopped after moving only 6 inches. I was stuck.
I had prepared for any and all possible problems by bringing my phone with me, just in case.......... I begin to call everyone I knew to come help pull me out of the bushes, before "SHE" :evil: came home. No one answered the phone.
It was then that I begin to go over many of the other stories on this thread where some of us found ourselves in bad situations. I also remembered the reaction my wife had when she "Caught me", in those situations. As I pondered these thoughts for several minutes and begin to seriously think of calling 911 for help, my wife drove up. :shock::shock:
I will not go into detail here about the new names I have learned I can be called during stressful moments. After all, she may have been somewhat justified in this case.:-D:-D:-D
I am to say the least, in a pickle.
Yours Truly
McGiver want-a-be Retired.
