O-o-o-oh, what's that smell? Something's about to hit the fan...
Part I
Soooooo, 1100 hrs at the home front. I figure the Mrs will be busy with her treatment down at the Botox Day Spa and Farm Equipment Emporium for the better part of an hour. Plenty of time to puruse the MUD Forums for some genuine unbiased scientific research on two cup beverage holders.
Finding no foothold in the Expedition forum for anti-inversion beverage isolators, I figure now would be an opportune time to do some information mining on the modern art of “dizzy” replacement. The mule is currently teathered to a non US dizzy, fresh plugs, wires and a plug and play hot spark. It’s effective, but showing some signs of age, wear and insufficent bling to compliment the mules diamond plated exterior.
Just so happens I‘d bookmarked Davis Unified Ignition one night while doing some initial research. I’m pretty sure a “cold snack” was involved. Owing to my current virulent case of the “wants” and natural disregard for common sense, I loaded up a dizzy in the 2f flavor, along with a set of the recommended wires into my Inter-webs shopping basket and hit the Send er’ Now button. Wooo hooo I was on a roll. If I could flip on over to Gunbroker, I could have that Xbolt, in 28 Nosler, inbound before the little woman was done with her 2nd sea weed martini. Feeling flushed with the “Wants”, I was drooling on the keypad when the drive way buzzer sounds the alarm. Sh#t... Before I could stash the secret IPad I’d bought from some kid named Vaselli on craigs list, she was iside my command post.
“Hey umm, Pumkin, your ah ah home early. Did you get a facial today? Trimmed your nose hair and everything. Your loooking goooood. And, and I must say those Botox injections are working wonders, I can hardly see the lines in your forehead anymore. What say I run down to the BP station for some “roller dogs” and a big bag of cheese poofs“ I ask, wooing her with my appreciation of medieval chemistry and professional culinary acumen.
”You ever try leeches“ I add trying to impress her with my intrinsic knowledge of modern beauty treatments.
Unimpressed with my in-depth commentary on the dark art of makeup application, she snaps her chin at me.
“What’s behind your back“ says she. “My hand?” is my attempt at delaying the inevitable. I start a slow and methodical moonwalk towards the relative safety of the garage when the credit card I’m trying to stash slips and hits the floor.
Before I could sway her with another savvy compliment regarding her recent facial hair removal, she drops her purse and heads for the bedroom. “Now wait a sec Pumkin. I was just getting online to buy you that new chainsaw you wanted, you know the easy start Stihl with the 42” bar”, I say in attempt curtail her wrath.
As Im holding up my hands and assuming the canine submission pose, she spots the second-hand Ukrainian IPad.
Her head clears immediately from visions of a new 880 Timber Boss. “What’s that“ she hissed through clenched teeth. “Aaaah, well Pumkin that’s ahh, well you see that’s ah, ahh, that’s my secretemergencycommunicationencryptedforofficialuseonly superwirelesswaterproofhypoallergenic iPad”. I say in one prolonged ragged breath.
”It’s for special use only, you see I’ve been doing some moonlighting for the Agency and...”
“Then why is there a big yellow “police evidence do not remove” sticker on the back?” She asks, foldIng her arms and tightening the noose.
Something is about to hit the fan.....
“You been on that MUD forum again haven’t you? Talking to those other misfit derelicts about lift kits, shock towers, valve lash and other things not fit for polite public conversation. There’s something really weird with you mister, you and those other ring and pinion perverts. You know what I think? I think all of your headlight bezels are on upside down, that’s what I think. My mother warned me about you Toyota men.
Get yourself a Ford man she said, good steady F150 kinda guy. Do I listen? No I gotta pick you, you and that weird diamond plated monstrosity taking up perfectly good space in my garage”.
I could only manage a hoarse and choking “Now Pumkin” before she pushes past and heads for the bedroom closet.
to be continued..........l hope.
