Wednesday's Random!
Hey! Done something stupid. Almost messed yourself up or did doing a stupid stunt?
RANDOM STORIES TODAY!
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So Im in the process of moving and in need of boxes. I
discovered a
gold mine of boxes behind this strip mall. They have tons of dumpsters
marked 'cardboard only' Jackpot! Its all recycling and most of the
boxes are already broken down. I have been going through thse dumpsters
every day for like a week, no problem. I also had used those dumpsters a year
before.
Yesterday I was digging around, my car door open
listening to some tunes.
Being the dork I am I was standing over the dumpster singing and
dancing around, having a great time finding my new boxes. Suddenly,
this 20ish year old, who was obviously way too proud to be an assistand
manager at Barnes and Noble starts yelling at me. I look over, see him
smoking a cigarette and stare blankly.
"you're not supposed to do that"
"huh?"
"You're not supposed to go through the garbage, its illegal"
"huh? Its recycling"
"Its illegal"
"its recycling"
Commence staring match! I really just sat there stunned
that this guy
cared enough to interupt his cigarette break to tell me to quit digging
for boxes. Its not like Im some identity theif trying to get SSN's or
something, the dumpsters have locks that are not being used. So I
proceeded to get more boxes adding to the ten or so I already had. He
continued to yell at me threatening to call the cops (Id love to see
the cops show up for that call) and I played deaf. Finally after I was
done I drove off and gave him the finger. Driving home I pulled a
George and thought of a million burns I could have thrown out, but
didnt. Oh well, he works at Barnes and Noble in a strip mall none the less. I
win.
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Ha! Okay-- I grew up on a dairy farm in Central Maine. One summer day, my dad, my friend and I were baling hay. Not the big round bales that look like marshmallows out in the field, but the little rectangular ones. The Baler went over a bump or something and stopped the baling action. The shear bolt (so-named because it's designed to break if the machine stops going for whatever reason) sheared.
So, my dad had to buzz into town in the pickup to get a replacement or 2---
My buddy and I, noticing that there was a fair slope to the field we were in, thought it might be cool if we could see if we were strong enough to get our smaller tractor rolling a little ways, just by pushing it.
So we pushed. It was hard at first. Then not so much. Then we were running to keep up with it, since it was headed down the hill at a pretty good clip towards an electric fence. And a stream.
I ran up beside the tractor and tried to climb on, but I got pulled under the rear wheel and it ran over my leg. Ow. Then my buddy climbed up the back side of it and managed to apply the brakes before it hit the fence. I limped around for a bit, but was basically ok. Didn't really even bruise.
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You stunted it up?