Gay man without oil/gas mix for the
snowblower, but with some gas left over for the lawn mower. What ever am I to
do? I don't think SuperAmerica has a 50/1 pump. Least I don't think they did
the last time I filled up my car.
Move the grill and free the blower
from where Thong's stuck it in the faar back corner of the garage, so I can
check the gas cap to see if it tells me what to mix it at. Hunt up the bottle
of oil with ittsy bitsy tiny teeny writing on it to figure out how much oil
to put in the baby gas can. What, me measure? Heck no. Then pour the old gas
in on top, shake, and continue pouring hoping to hell there's about a gallon.
I guess years of doing inventory at a restaurant finally paid off -- there was
a gallon. Over fill the gas tank on the blower, leaving a nice round puddle
under the quartz lights at the back of the garage.
Wheel the blower down beside my car
to the door. Dig out the electrical cord to use the electrical starter to
start it.
Read the instructions:
1. Turn key on -- Check.
2. Turn choke on -- Check.
3. Pump gas three times -- Check.
4. Push Start or pull the starter rope. -- Push button and hear the sound of
button being pushed, no electric motor.
Fiddle with plug. Push button.
Fiddle with plug. Push button. Pull rope. Pull rope. Pull rope. Pull
rope again. Damn, forgot the wrist splints, so I did the only remaining thing
I could think of. Dug out an extension cord and plugged the damned starter
back in. Whirr. Whirr, rumble... Off and running.
I always blow the neighbors on both
sides of me, and I always keep hoping they'll return the favor, but so far no
luck. Anyway, the snow is wet and slushy as all get out, but about a half hour
later, I'm back inside hovering over the keyboard, wishing I'd made an
espresso before I came up to the office.
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