This week's post is brought to you by an idiot's overconfidence in the bearing properties of cast iron, and the nemesis-plumber who saw a chance to score points with a MILF (that's Mother-in-Law/Friend). Scroll down a bit if you want to skip the anecdote. The idiot, who shall remain nameless to protect my ego, went up to the neighbour's by pickup truck to retrieve an antique lawn roller whose return was overdue. Here's what it looks like:
The 300 lb behemoth was loaded into the truck by excavator before the idiot headed back down the steep road to the farm. The roller, being both physically unsecured and emotionally insecure (owing to a string of owners who were never satisfied with its work), tried once more to prove it deserved its name...by rolling. Along the bed of the truck it rolled, plunging its handle through the idiot's boss' pickup truck's rear window, where it came to rest two inches from the idiot's head. Whoops! Five minutes later the now sullen idiot, lacking another excavator to unload, decided to 'wing-it' by rolling the roller once more; this time, as fast as possible off the end of the de-tailgated truck so as to clear the bumper. He succeeded...in shattering the cast iron supports of the roller when it hit the ground. "Well of course...it's cast iron" was the incredulous reply the idiot got when he recounted the story to three different people, one of whom was seven. And that's how a gardening MILF was left without a cool way to firm down her cover-crop seeds.
...temporarily, it would turn out, since shortly thereafter her Plumber-Son-in-Law used his wit and spare plumbing parts to jig together this thing:
According to Craig, most if not all of these parts can be got from the hardware store. Thanks Craig.