I stopped for the mail Wednesday, and something caught my eye as I clambered out of T-Hoe.
No, silly! Not gravel. That implement of tire destruction partially embedded in the gravel! I could have left it there. No skin off my nose, no accidental fraction of an inch off my ample rumpus. But I got to thinking about it. Once upon a time, T-Hoe had a flat tire because of just such a bolt. The front tire drives over it, flinging it into the air, or standing it on end, just in time for the back tire to be pierced by it!
I haven't told Hick yet. The bolt is still out in the garage, resting comfortably on T-Hoe's console. You can bet I'll share this info with Hick, so he can sing my praises. Even though Hick is a pretty good singer, praises are kind of foreign to him.
One more hazard off the road, courtesy of Val, the slower picker-upper.
I would have just left it for fear the bolt was holding the road together.
ReplyDeleteWe might need some bolts in Hick and Buddy's Badly Blacktopped Hill.
DeleteI found the same thing at Wal
ReplyDeletemart, picked it up and put on the street light posty.
my good deed.
Like we are Weirdo Magnets, those bolts are Tire Magnets.
DeleteAnd it said, "Oh, nuts!"
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! I see what you did there!
DeleteHicks has to appreciate that. Not everyone has sharp eyes like yours.
ReplyDeleteMy tongue is even sharper, but Hick does not seem to appreciate it nearly as much...
DeleteI wouldn't bother telling Hick at all, since you already know he won't sing your praises. Just toss it in the dumpster and sing your own praises.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I haven't told him yet. It's a no-reward kind of thing. My wasted breath WOULD be better used in singing my own praises.
DeleteYou could add your services to accident scenes.
ReplyDeleteYes, there's a lot of picking up needed there! I could bill by the hour...
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