Friday, April 20, 2012
It was not a chance meeting, I mean after all, the sun was out and you expect to see someone you know enjoying the weather. This however was not what I had in mind nor need at this point in my life.
I had noticed him the moment I opened the door but intentionally avoided eye contact to get the patio. Apparently that did not work and his pick-up line?
”Hey, want to pull my chain?” 70’s flash back moments filled my mind as I was sure my mouth dropped to the floor. Which is my feeble nod “no” had no impact on him. “Come on pull my chain and we will blow this world away.” The first time caught me off guard, the second time just irritated me and I had to come back with something.
”Okay, let’s go out back and I will most definitely pull your chain, I hope you ate your Wheaties.” The little devil within had risen and now was in control of my every action as we made our way out back.
Face to face we stood, squaring off like two prize fighters waiting for the other to move first, just staring at each other. I heard my devil speak, “Go ahead, toast this guy.”
I moved in to begin the teasing and exploring with my hand. “What are you doing, I just want my chain pulled,” he sounded a little desperate. “Well, if you don’t prime the pump you won’t draw water.” My little devil was having a field day.
”I just want my chain pulled, are you woman enough for that?” My mind went red and so did my vision, “Woman enough!” As I looked to my little devil he was giving me 2 fists pumps up and with all my might I reached, grabbed and pulled his chain. Know what happen?
Nothing, not a dog gone thing, a dud. I got so mad I just kept pulling the thing and finally came to the conclusion his chain was not attached to his motor. I wore myself out before I came to that conclusion.
If on a sunny day you hear that 70’s pick up line from over your shoulder remember this warning. Oh and his name is “Leaf Blower,” don’t be fooled he is not European.