Ross: |
Hey where were you? I was on time and even waited for awhile. |
Wes: |
Funny question to be asking seeing that we were supposed to be meeting at my house. I told Tim I'd help him move a dresser for his wife. We had the time except didn't count
on the darn voting lines being so long and blocking traffic. Good thing I went in the a.m. to vote ehh? A lot of good that did for me time wise. Really sorry about that. Maybe I need to
get a TV and DVD player for my basement, at least you could have watched "The Best Drag Boat Crashes Ever!" while you waited. |
Ross: |
Yes, that evening seemed like a classic snafu. All was not lost though. I had free reign to explore your workshop and critique your, ah... handiwork. Kind of like being at an Open House
when the homeowners aren't around. Have you found the little present I left yet? J/K I didn't leave anything. Your missus reminded me not to mess with your tools before letting me downstairs
into the inner sanctum. No really, I didn't leave anything. I think... :-D |
Wes: |
My “Ah… handiwork” ehh? You could have just looked at your wall base from last month to critique my handiwork. Anyway – Glad you looked around. You could have messed with my tools if you
really wanted to. Built yourself a go-cart or something to kill time while you waited. Anyway, the evening went like this:
You left, I showed up, then Steve showed up. (I’m not the only one who was late.) We started to look into removing the fuse box and wiring directly to the circuit breakers, but I didn’t
have the right fittings for the box. We then switched gears and tried to wire Steve’s remote starter but he forgot the manual, so we abandoned that mission. Finally we started ripping apart the
rest of my John Deere motor only to find that there was no problem…???? By then Steve’s wife showed up with his manual and we switched gears back to the Jeep. We got it wired about 80% and then
ran out of steam. I think it was like 10:00 pm by the time we knocked off. I spent the night, of course it is my house so that could be expected.
You glad you went home? ;o) |
Ross: |
At least you had a productive evening. My evening went like this:
Wolfed down dinner so I could make it to your place for the usual 6 PM start time. Surprised your missus and munchkin at the back door and got the invite to amuse myself in the workshop and admonishment to leave the tools alone. Then...
Step 1. Paced the work area, looked at the new shop sink, pedal car and jeep toy box projects. Checked the time.
Step 2. Paced the garage, peered over the go-cart, air supply plumbing, monster electrical wiring. Checked the time.
Step 3. Perused the display shelves, reminisced over the old custom models on display. Checked the time.
Step 4. Looked over the drywall installation on the stairwell, viewed the cartoon artwork adorning the workbench and cabinets, inspected more of the monster electrical wiring. Checked the time.
Step 5. Repeated steps one through four, 5 times.
Walked out to driveway with the cell phone to try and call Steve. Now there were two problems with this, I didn't have his new number and you live in the boonies so I didn't have a signal. Checked the time.
Went back in to listen to the radio and cursed the fact there there's no place to sit. You need to mount that T-bird seat on legs. Checked the time.
Walked out to the back yard to see more of your handiwork on the garden shed, you sir have extremely bright spotlights on the back deck. I think I was about a quarter mile away and still being blinded.
Anyway, checked the time once again and decided that at 6:50 I'd head home to my missus and chalk it all up to experience and vow to better coordinate things next time. Watched TV until 10:00 pm.
Was I glad I went home? Hmmm... Not necessarily, but then, I doubt I would have stayed the entire time you guys were messing with the jeep. :-) |
Wes: |
(to audience) “Boy this guy likes to talk ehh?” Ahem …
Anyway… Yeah living in the sticks sucks for cell phone users. I’m not one, so I really don’t care. You know you could have asked the wife for Steve’s # and used the house phone.
You CPG’s (Cell phone Guys) are all alike! Maybe I should rent my go-cart space out for an antenna. I hear they pay ridiculous amounts of money for that! Back to the garage…
Seats?! No Seats?!! How many seats do you need for that rear end of yours? There’s 2 bird seats in there, granted without legs, but this is a garage muchacho! Not a salon. There’s also a
Suburban Bench for that special time with a loved one. And if that is all too “hick” for you – well for crying out loud bunky, what’s wrong with the nice pedestal seat by the bench – even has a backrest.
Pull it up, TAKE A LOAD OFF MARY, put yer feet up and kick back! No seats indeed! It’s like a friggin’ Tiki Lounge down there! You’re right about those deck lights though – had a couple planes try to
land in the past. Gotta fix that!! And as for staying until we finished the Jeep – I don’t think we did either… Peoples get goofy late at night! ;o) |
Ross: |
Oh, my tender tush. Despite my nearly hour long tour of duty in your basement, I only recall seeing 1 T-bird seat, and that 'nice' pedestal seat. First off, I didn't feel like knocking myself out when the
legless T-bird seat decided to pitch me over backwards into your freshly Dryloc'd brick wall. Second, that pedestal seat might be comfortable when your working on a project but doesn't look all that inviting when
your wanting to pass the time in relaxed comfort. And third, when are you going to get the wide screen plasma TV and DVD home theater for down there? I could have waited all night in such luxurious appointments as those! ;-)
Oh, That's right, you never actually 'finished' the remote starter install on the Jeep, did you? |
Wes: |
(To audience: “He sure dialogues a lot for a guy who didn’t stay very long.”)
Yeah – Your tender tush, and I think you have a tender spot on your head there too, amigo. Probably from that wall session at your house. I say that ‘cause you’re talking about a comfy seat instead of a work seat –
yet… YOU'RE IN MY SHOP! What the heck do you think I do down there?! As for the DVD player – the next time you’re there you can build me something to sell to pay for one instead of looking for the
Barca-lounger – or better yet – build yourself a Lounge chair!
See you in two weeks then? |
Epilogue |
Once again we wait to see the outcome of our next get together.
Perhaps then we'll get to work on things while we're in the same place at the same time. |