And yet I’m blogging about it…
You know that time you accidentally spilled a 5-gallon jug of water in your car, transforming it into a sort of iron pond? (a steaming iron pond, given the temperature.)
And when you’d found and pried out the drain plugs and cleared the floor of maybe pounds of sand-now-mud, your car was actually cleaner? I mean seriously better than it was before the accident?
Yeah. That’s when you know you’ve achieved Peak Hermit. Or peak something, anyway. Maybe not something good.
Yeah, it’s a Jeep. It’s supposed to occasionally flood or you’re not using it right. Hence the drain plugs. What disturbed me afterward is that it’s the first bath the Jeep has had since I don’t know when, and except for some wetted gear it genuinely left things better off. I’m guessing Gersh Kuntzman never has days like this.
How would you like to go thru elementary and secondary school with a name like “Kuntzman”?
Way worse than “Sue”.
I’d go further, but this is a (relatively) polite gathering.
Oh, I’ve had similar thoughts I chose not to publicly explore. But since you brought it up… 🙂
Here’s worse: Gersh’s father was undoubtedly named Kuntzman. And having survived the experience, he chose to reproduce. He could have ended the horror there, but actually chose not to. No wonder Gersh is such a screwed-up putz.
Or that time (two days ago) when I, er, I mean someone, visited a teeny-tiny state park in order to make sure that particular park got their cut from my annual decal purchase and kinda sorta accidently ignited the picnic table. Too bad the park couldn’t afford a handle for the only water pump. Good thing I had lots of drinking wawa with me already. No swings on the swing set, either. That reminds me, I gotta email my critique to the DNR.
Oh, and Gersh is a yutz.
“kinda sorta accidently ignited the picnic table.” I would probably think that was a really stooopid thing to do…if I hadn’t done it myself once. 😉
I know the feeling Joel, I almost float tested my car while trying to launch a sail boat. You should have seen the water that came out of it. Stinky, scuzzy lake water…
http://gate-spyglass.blogspot.ca/2016/05/home-home-again.html
I’ve worked on vintage cars at times – ‘classics’ – and poked around a lot of junkyards and salvage houses. Floorpans always tell a story – rarely a good one. I’ve got this Ford ‘unibody’ vehicle taking up space indoors now that is a laugh. A previous owner had sealed all the drainplug holes and then carpeting and underlayment was installed at some time. This worked all right until all the rubber seals dried up in the late 80s and let the elements work their way in. First thing I did was rip out all the carpet but there was already generous ventilation down there! I guess when it finally collapses in 1/2 I’ll stop procrastinating and get on that job.
I tipped over the liquid alcohol stove trying to remove my lunch. I kept my backpack/windbreak from melting and got to eat. I was practicing for the zombie apocalypse so it was better to have things go wrong under benign conditions. The table need repainting anyway…