I typically like to research my purchases, especially home appliances, TVs, mowers..... And snowblowers.
Well, last year I get home after spending all Sunday afternoon working on the Lemons car, and the wife has it in her head we are going to get a snowblower... NOW!!!! "The mother of all storms is bearing down on us and I'm not shoveling anymore!", says the wife. Now granted, we had been married 16 years at this point and had never owned a snowblower. Unfortunately, the only place open at 6pm on Sunday is Lowe's. So off we go.
We get to Lowe's, and of course, I'm immediately drawn to a nice two stage unit. Wife says. "No, too big."
After much discussion (5 mins) she points to a single stage Troy-Bilt. At this point I'm hungry and just want to go home. So I say "fine". Guy asks if I want to put it together or by one of the 10 pre-built ones for $50 more. Wife, "we don't have time to put it together." I'm thinking, "#1, We?.. And #2, yes I do!" But I keep my mouth shut, grab a snowblower and roll it to the checkout. I pay the man some money and cram it in the back of the Honda Pilot as it starts to snow.
We drive home and the wife can tell I'm not pleased. I express my frustration with the lack of time to research, and that I probably paid an 18-year old kid to assemble my snow throwing machine. She suggests I should get over it. Before we know it we're home and unloading the blower of snow. I pull of the tags and put oil and gas in it. It has an electric start, but has to be plugged into the wall, so I give it a try and lo-and-behold it starts right up! My mindset is starting to change, and by this time we have 2 inches of snow and it's coming down pretty good.
Wife says, "aren't you glad we got it?" Me, "Yeah.. Good idea.."
So, I start to make a few passes and the thing chugs along nicely but certainly doesn't have the distance of a two stage blower. I get 4 passes in and all of a sudden.... "Clank! Grrrrrrrrr...". The GD wheel falls off!!!! By this time it is blowing 20mph and the damned snow is coming down hard. I drag the god-forsaken snow non-blower into the garage and go back and find the wheel, press-on nut, bearing and washer while combing through the snow with bare hands. I proceed to sound like the father from The Christmas Story (or whatever it's called) as it is apparent the said 18 year Neanderthal who put this together bungled it up. After persuasion with vice grips and a large rubber mallet I manage to get the wheel to stay on.
Apparently, my wife has heard me, and so has my neighbor, as they both have come out to see why I'm swearing. I explain my frustration, put back on my gloves and hat, and finish blowing the damned snow.
Thankfully, with some TLC, the snowblower continues to chuck snow for us, but my wife will NEvER try to persuade me to buy something in that way again.
THE END
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