Is it odd that none of this surprises me?I snuck out to Lowe’s last night to get DH a new wheelbarrow for Father’s Day. This is the kind of wheelbarrow you work your whole life for, ya know, the big one with the two wheels in the front.
What a weird vibe Lowe’s had on a Saturday night an hour before closing time. First off, they had no corn plants & there was a homeless guy showering with the hose in the outdoor garden area. Weird, but good to know incase I’m ever away from home & need an impromptu bath.
There were also almost no employees in the store. There were very few customers too & the ones that were there were mostly not wearing masks. I think that giant, empty warehouse was igniting their herd mentality because despite me trying to inch away from them, they kept crowding me out.
When I FINALLY found someone willing to unlock the wheelbarrows, I realized the hard way that I could not get that beast in my little car. Being me, I defied insanity by trying over & over again until I finally wedged it in there. I drove home in the slow lane where I wouldn’t have to look in my rear view mirror much. When I got home I found I had wedged it in so tight that I couldn’t get it out.
Fifteen minutes later & with the help of Frankie, we finally managed to squeeze that sucker out without tearing the ceiling upholstery. The only explanation for this is that the DIY Gods must’ve been shining their light down upon us.
It took two of us to lift it, but we hauled it up onto the kitchen table to display it in all of its glory. I admit, it’s a little weird to have a giant wheelbarrow on your kitchen table, but like I said, after struggling with single wheelbarrows all my life I wanted to bask a little in its glory.
Soon it will be dented & scratched & covered in cement residue, but by God this thing will never have flat tires. It almost feels like Mother’s Day instead of Father’s Day.
