Good lord
Busy week. 17 hour days, average. I should stop doing that. Two items of note:
This morning, on the way to a gig, I get in like behind this guy whose eyebrows are SO bushy I can see them from the back.
Both of them
And he’s wearing a wide brimmed hat
They stick out from under the brim
They protrude at least an inch and three quarters past the side of his head. It’s like a fu manchu mustache on his forehead.
On the way back from said gig, I come on a guy changing the tire on his trailer.
he has an Avalanche. Empty.
In the trailer is a stack of rolls of sod at least four feet high.
He’s broken his Avalanche jack trying to lift the trailer. The trailer has crushed one tire, and the other is about to go. Brand new tires.
I stop and help.
“Do you have a jack?”
“yeah, but it won’t lift that”
“What do you mean?”
“The sod weighs too much. It’ll just break my jack. Let’s offload some sod till you get the tire fixed”
We proceed to about empty the trailer. Each roll of sod weighs about 40 lbs.
me:”Do you see that “load rating” on the tire? What does it say?”
Him: “rated for 490 lbs”
Me: “How many rolls of this sod do you have?”
Him: “90”
me:”……..”
him:(light flickering over his head) ” Oh. I guess this is too much for the trailer”
me: “Why not put about half or better in the truck?”
him: ” Well, I was hoping to keep it clean, but I guess i better”
I help him load his shit up and hit the road.
Where do they come from?
The world is full of the wierd and math challenged.
“I come on a guy changing the tire on his trailer.”
I thought this story was going to be even weirder than it was.
They come from the government school system. And most of them can’t make change or operate a cash register that doesn’t have picture keys.
He has a pickup but does not want to get it dirty? Eh?
I bought a dual sport bike and I know every scratch and nick on the paintwork… good memories every one! Why? because I use it for what it was made for… FUN on the highway and FUN on the dirt. So what if I get some nicks, it just proves I am having the time of my life on the machine.
I like to refer to them as mathematically retarded, because alas, I run into them every stinking day.
He probably wasn’t taught that in driver’s ed. Of course, since he has a DL, he is qualified to pull a trailer and use it.
Well, I mean, he bought an Avalanche.
What do you expect?
I know I’m late to the party for this reply, but you’ll love this one:
http://www.snopes.com/photos/automobiles/lumber.asp
It makes Sod Man look like a piker.
I was at Menard’s last year in line to check out from the lumber yard. The guy behind me has a stack of both OSB and drywall tied to the luggage rack of his cherry new white Mercedes SUV. As in the plastic light covers still had their glass-like shimmer because the thing had yet to be rubbed and dulled with a car wash. As he came forward I saw he just had the load tied side to side, and no front or back roping. I damn well knew what was about to happen when he stomped brake, which was what he did. The hood, I couldn’t f up more with a belt sander and a chisel than he did with his load.
Why do stupes like this have so much more money than me?
More money than brains. mts, we’ll probably never know. Maybe one of God’s jokes, like giving valuable resources you pump out of the ground and use for virtually everything in modern technology, to people who so actively fear that technology they want to be a 7th century culture and will kill to get there.
Money just gives people the ability to fully express the breadth and depth of their stupidity.