We’ll just call this episode “Poacher Bags a washer and dryer”. It’s timely that the Olympics are going on right now because this was like several of the events: Greco Roman wrestling, Mountain Biking and mud
wrestling, not to mention the Shot Put.
First of all I got to turn my keys in for the old apartment. They wanted our forwarding address on the envelope. I guess this is so they can charge us for the long list of possible exiting costs that they so helpfully provided. We used a big envelope, but, since I wrote all the pertinent information in big crayon, I wasn’t able to fit the new address on there. Two points here: 1) I’m not even sure of the new address & 2) the place is real clean (seriously, you be surprised what you can do with a fire hose).
So me and my roommate go to my uncle’s to get the new (well call them experienced) washer and dryer. They have to come out of the basement and on to a pickup truck. This went OK since we proceeded the entire event with a beer (they should try that in the Olympics). We’ll call this the
Greco Roman wrestling part. Everything is fine now but as were traveling to our new house and it is starting to rain pretty hard.
At the new house, it is pouring down raining. We pull the truck around the back, there’s a fence around the yard, so we can only get within about 25 yards of the house. We struggle with the washer (some of you know how heavy these guys are, for you’s who don’t – imagine moving a fat man in a recliner) and get it onto the hand truck. Just as we start moving this guy, we hit a hole and the washer goes tumbling down the hill and through the mud! (this is the mountain biking part, I actually think the washer negotiated the course better that some of the Olympians). We get to where it stopped tumbling, its covered in mud and grass – a big plug of sod jammed in the wastewater nozzle. Something it is rattling slightly. We look around and see neighbors looking through their windows at us (I bet they are thrilled with the new guys next door).
This is about the time the Disc Space Conservation Society pulled up and gave us a beer. No interrogation they said, we just looked like we needed it. They had some heavy equipment but were laughing too hard to use it to help us out. My roommate and I (great English, eh?) grab what’s left of this thing and put in on the hand truck and muscle this beast up the hill, in the house and into the laundry room ( this is the mud wrestling part). We then just turn around and carry the dryer in because little things such as physical health and pain have little meaning to us at this point.
Well, we hooked everything up and amazingly, it works. I’m glad there are two showers in the house because we were both mud monsters. How do I feel? Lets just say that I found God in a Motrin bottle this morning. So be nice and delete these off the server.
