Ok, my funny story from yday. I go to finally mow the lawn, and discover that our lawn mower is electric, requiring a power cord. So, I get imightbegaye
to take me down to the Rite Aid where I pick up suitable outdoors extension cords, and then hie myself to the backyard to mow the now 4 ft tall grass.
So, the long and short of it is, admist our next door neighbor's dogs barking non-stop, and a lot
of pushing, pulling, repushing, repulling, and other general sneering at grasses that refuse to be cut, I managed to get about halfway through the yard.
At this point, the mower stops dead. "Argh," I think, "I must have blown out the motor!" So, I take everything down to the basement, put away the mower, tie up the cord, and sweat profusely. Then I see Moyer behind me coming down the stairs. "Argh!" I say to him, "I think I burnt out the motor!" He replies, "No, you just blew out a fuse. To my room."
Well, turns out the plug I used in the basement is in the same circuit as his bedroom, which houses his TV, console boxes, music equipment (keyboards, pedal, and other assorted synth things I know nothing about), and his computer. And it's all dead right then. So, after pulling out the walkie talkies, me upstairs waiting to see when things turn on, and him down throwing switches, all is remedied. But at that point I was too pooped to mow the lawn anymore.
Oh boy, don't ever let your lawn get to be 4 ft tall before mowing, gah. It's still half not-done, but now I know what I'm in for, and next time I make sure Moyer's stuff is turned off before mowing. :)
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