Neanderpundit

And I am finally home. Got to ge the cycle license straightened out today, get the lawn mowed (way overdue) get in some quality time with the daughter, and then MAYBE, after all that, I can get on my own bike and ride.

I noticed myself doing things this week, things I never did before. Braking in front of a curve so I could accellerate through it. Watching for sand and loose gravel. Thinking about lane position. Wishing I was on the bike. Feel it too? How ’bout you, Dick? Got that bike picked out?

Mr Customer: “How much does this machine weigh?”
me: “I really don’t know. I’m a robot guy, but I can get you someone who can tell you exactly how much”
Mr Customer:”Can’t you make a guess?”
Me: “If I guessed i’d just be doing that, and I’d rather get you the correct information, I really just don’t know”
Mr Customer:”Well, just take a guess”
me:” It’ll most certainly be wrong, so I’ll just go get X, and he’ll give you an accurate number”
Mr Customer:” Dammit, can’t you just answer a simple question? I’m not gonna hold you to it”
me:” Well, in my admittedly totally incapable opinion, i’d say around 13,000 lbs”
Mr Customer: “You’re wrong, it can’t possibly weigh that much”
me:”……”

Want to know thew kicker?

Mr Customer:” Your guy here says that machine weighs 13,000 lbs”
Machine salesman:”No, he’s wrong. That machine weighs 13,120 lbs”
Mr Customer:”….”

What the hell do you have to say to people to get them to believe you? About ANYTHING?

Good god.

Seems that the moment I have spare time of any quantity, someone comes along and fills it up for me. I’m gonna be asshole deep in it all week.