Today I surprised myself and got to feeling well enough to at least drive Junior the Riding Lawnmower. It's sort of like a road course in the yard. I can't walk very far without buckling and going OW, but I can at least sit down and drive.
But Junior needed some gas. I've got some, in that dadgum sorry who-invented-that California compliant plastic 2-gallon jug. With the fancy supposed-to-be spill-proof snout. which actually spills and leaks more than any other method. By now I've defeated all of that, I've torn the little ratchets off of it so I can at least take the snout off of it with bad hands at the gas station to fill it up. Today I didn't have enough good walking steps left in me to go all the way into the garage and get the really huge funnel, that wasn't worth it.
So I removed the snout and just commenced to pouring and aiming, poorly. I poured gas on the mower, the engine, the ground, all over the place, splashing. But I got some in the tank-hole. Some. So much for the environment.
But Junior needed some gas. I've got some, in that dadgum sorry who-invented-that California compliant plastic 2-gallon jug. With the fancy supposed-to-be spill-proof snout. which actually spills and leaks more than any other method. By now I've defeated all of that, I've torn the little ratchets off of it so I can at least take the snout off of it with bad hands at the gas station to fill it up. Today I didn't have enough good walking steps left in me to go all the way into the garage and get the really huge funnel, that wasn't worth it.
So I removed the snout and just commenced to pouring and aiming, poorly. I poured gas on the mower, the engine, the ground, all over the place, splashing. But I got some in the tank-hole. Some. So much for the environment.
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