The lawn mower.
Murphy’s law is an adage that broadly states: “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”
Honestly I shouldn’t be annoyed that the lawn mower died, right? I should take advantage and let my neighbor mow for me like he has volunteered to do.
It’s the principle of the damn thing. About 18 months ago when the Husband was gone for 6 weeks, our other lawn mower died. I did mounds of research and bought a new one. We have a large hill in the front yard, so I got a great self-propelled lawn mower. I used it once and I paid some neighborhood kid to mow with it once. The kid loved it, I didn’t mind mowing with it.
So the Husband gets home, uses it once and deems it horrible. It’s too heavy he complained. I tried explaining to him that it was heavy because it was self-propelled. He didn’t like it, so he returned it.
I said fine you go buy one. So instead of him buying one, he called his dad who told him what kind he would get. Of course our local stores didn’t carry it. So my father-in-law bought it for us. I think we drove it home from San Diego one weekend last fall.
The Husband used it a couple times before winter came along. Being dumb we didn’t run it out of gas. So this past spring, the thing wouldn’t start. The lawn mower repair people fought with the manufacturer on it and finally gave up saying it needed a new carburetor because we left “bad gas” in it. So we paid $90 to get the dumb thing fixed.
It’s been maybe six months. The thing has been used to cut the grass every couple weeks just fine since we replaced the carburetor. Until today. Seriously? Is it because the Husband is gone? Or another case of “bad gas?” I think it’s a case of a crappy lawn mower. Not necessarily the brand but a bad apple if you will.
Of course it could always just be Murphy’s Law.
And just for the record, I didn’t take advantage of my neighbor, I just borrowed their mower and did it myself. And now I have to figure out what to do with the piece of crap in my garage.
October 1, 2009 at 11:35 pm
Don’t you remember our mower was so hard to start and I refused the neighbors help. So I’d start it in the garage with the door closed. I’d pull it and pull it(old days no electric starters)until it started then I’d holler at your sister who was on the other side of the garage door to “open the door” I’d come out with the mower going and all was good. We did it together!
Love Mom
October 2, 2009 at 4:37 pm
I believe in simple math. The cost of a new lawn mower vs the cost of a biweekly gardener.. I say the gardener wins, hands down!!! Besides think of it as stimulating the economy by supporting small business.
October 5, 2009 at 2:43 pm
Too bad, my kids are too little to help, Mom! And I have no problem asking the neighbors for help!
Stacie~ I’ve rallied for a gardener for a while now, I may actually win this time.