$#%& Truck!
Arrgh, what a rough night we had last night. The dishwasher, microwave AND television all came in, so Darwin brought his dad's truck to town to pick them up. He got the dishwasher and microwave loaded at Lowe's, and then the truck wouldn't crank. I was getting off work right about then, so I bought us some dinner and we ate it on his tailgate in the Lowe's parking lot. Then Darwin tried again, and the truck cranked, so we both drove over to Rex to pick up the TV.
This time Darwin left the truck idling, but as soon as he was ready to pull away with the TV, the truck died again. We decided to give it a few minutes since that seemed to work last time, so Darwin got in the car with me and listened to an audiobook for a while. Then he tried fiddling with the truck again, and it STILL wouldn't crank. It wasn't firing or something like that. Of course, his dad and brother were both out of town, so we had no one to help us.
Finally, we decided to unload all the appliances and stow them inside Rex while we drove up to his dad's 25 minutes away to borrow another truck (FIL has five trucks, Lord only knows why). We had to be back in an hour and 10 minutes because Rex was closing at 8:30. But when we got to his dad's, they had moved the bowl where the keys usually were, and after a thorough search of the house, we couldn't find them. So Darwin called his sister, who lives about five minutes up the road, and we borrowed her husband's truck.
Darwin made it back to Rex just in time, reloaded all the stuff and made it home by 9:20 p.m., when he had to unload everything again in the house. He refused my assistance on all loading occasions and ended up pulling a muscle in his arm.
Darwin was PISSED throughout this event, which is rare for him.
The worst part (in my opinion) is that now on Saturday when FIL gets back to town, instead of working on OUR HOUSE, Darwin has to go out and try to fix that truck.
Guess I can forget about having a working dishwasher until next week.
This time Darwin left the truck idling, but as soon as he was ready to pull away with the TV, the truck died again. We decided to give it a few minutes since that seemed to work last time, so Darwin got in the car with me and listened to an audiobook for a while. Then he tried fiddling with the truck again, and it STILL wouldn't crank. It wasn't firing or something like that. Of course, his dad and brother were both out of town, so we had no one to help us.
Finally, we decided to unload all the appliances and stow them inside Rex while we drove up to his dad's 25 minutes away to borrow another truck (FIL has five trucks, Lord only knows why). We had to be back in an hour and 10 minutes because Rex was closing at 8:30. But when we got to his dad's, they had moved the bowl where the keys usually were, and after a thorough search of the house, we couldn't find them. So Darwin called his sister, who lives about five minutes up the road, and we borrowed her husband's truck.
Darwin made it back to Rex just in time, reloaded all the stuff and made it home by 9:20 p.m., when he had to unload everything again in the house. He refused my assistance on all loading occasions and ended up pulling a muscle in his arm.
Darwin was PISSED throughout this event, which is rare for him.
The worst part (in my opinion) is that now on Saturday when FIL gets back to town, instead of working on OUR HOUSE, Darwin has to go out and try to fix that truck.
Guess I can forget about having a working dishwasher until next week.
posted by K | 3:00 PM
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