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You’d think by the time I got to my
age I’d have picked up a certain amount of common sense about some
things. I suppose it’s just too much to ask. I am constantly
amazed at some of the dumb things I do. I’ve talked to other men
and find I am not alone in this manner. It seems that most men, or
at least American men, do things and then read the directions. I
bet most of you out there have assembled something and then found
several pieces left over. You were then faced with two options,
starting over or throwing them away since you figured they weren’t
needed in the first place. Most of us just chunked them and made
the decision that we could live with what had been created, even
if it was less than perfect. It’s only later that we find that the
missing parts were necessary for some seldom used, but desirable
function, but by the time we found we couldn’t make the thing work
due to our assembly error, we also discovered that we had
misplaced the parts along with the instruction manual, so we’re
forced to accept this as a form of karma or fate. Of course this
results in some creative thinking to make up for our initial
stupidity.
"You could use the blender for that, but since I lost the top to
it, just stick a bunch of paper towels over it and have at it, it
should be ok." Or how about." I took the discharge thingy off of
the lawn mower and don’t remember what I did with it, so be
careful and don’t stick your feet close to it when you get it
started." Events such as these are the nuts and bolts of emergency
rooms throughout the country. I can’t begin to tell you how many
times I have come close to losing several of my vital body parts
by doing dumb things with the garbage disposal. Gun control is one
thing; disposal control to me is much more dangerous. Legislation
is definitely needed in this area.
Don’t get me started on medication. I’ve always believed if they
say take one, then taking two will just speed up the process and
make you get well that much faster. This is wrong, wrong, wrong.
My brain cannot process small pills. For medicine to be effective,
I need large, giant pills. When I see a small tablet the size of a
pencil point, I just say to myself."That can’t be too potent, look
how small it is.." Needless to say this is one of my dumber moves
and not one I repeat very often since it tends to make you either
crazy, sicker than you were a potential candidate for emergency
room treatment or all of the above.
Now this past week I racked up another one for the family history
book. I suppose my kids and grandkids will have enough to laugh
about for generations to come after I’m long gone.
In my garage at home sits an old blue pickup truck which I use for
hauling stuff like trees, bushes and various things from the
hardware store. This truck has a leaking gas tank. Now, since I
don’t use it very often, it isn’t high on my list of things to
fix. I took it out the other day and filled it up, forgetting that
the tank still was still leaking. So what happens, the stuff leaks
out all over the garage floor. Now this is bad enough, but the
real problem is the fumes. These seem to accumulate in the car I
drive each day. By the time I get to work, I’m about half goofy
from breathing gasoline fumes all the way to the office. I’m also
getting a headache and start taking sinus medication thinking it’s
the stuff in the trees again.
My son, who has a college degree and is much smarter than me gets
in my car the other day to go to lunch and nearly passes out from
the gas fumes. He insists I pull the truck out of the garage,
which I do. He insists I clean up the gasoline on the floor, which
I do.
He suggests that I might want to get some air freshener to spray
inside of the car to make the smell go away.
Now, this is where my brain goes haywire. I proceed to drive to
the local car wash where I know they have a varied assortment of
air fresheners.
But, do I do what a sane person should do and buy just one and use
it?
No, not on your life. I buy four. The clerk should have stopped
me. I’m out of control.
Then I spray all of them inside the car, thinking they can’t all
be very powerful, can they?
Now, I have a car that has a gasoline, vanilla, citrus,
strawberry, watermelon smell to it. It’s very hard to describe.
You’d have to sit in it to believe it. My throat has seized up and
my nose has closed for the season. I’m glad I don’t have to sell
this car anytime soon; I bet I’d have to pay someone to take it
off of my hands. More lessons to learn.
You won’t have any trouble recognizing me; I’m the doofus riding
around in the rain with his windows down. I probably need to take
four or five aspirins.. |
