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.
