Weed Whacker Woes

One of best parts  about spring is all of the amazing new growth.  I just love seeing all the flowers everywhere.  Well…other people’s flowers, I’m in charge of growing the weeds, something that I seem to be very good at.  At a certain point, those lovely weeds really need to be cut back. 

So I got out my handy-dandy weed whacker that I had gotten at the end of last summer.  I was (somewhat) happily working for a very long five minutes when the tool abruptly stopped.  As far as I could tell, the line was either stuck  or had pretty much run out.  So, I started to unscrew the little compartment that holds the line…only I couldn’t get it loose.  It didn’t matter how hard I tried or how loud I swore, it was staying stuck.  

When Shaun came home, I asked him to open it for me.  He gave me a look suggesting how pathetic I was, then went to open it. Well…ok,  it took a few days of nagging, until he tried, but we won’t mention that.  Shaun doesn’t do yard work because he very conveniently tragically has severe allergies to the Great Outdoors.  I do have to say that he risked a huge reaction even touching that weed whacker, yet all of his efforts were to no avail.  He even used tools to try to open it.  (For some odd reason that really impresses me!)

Not to be thwarted for long,  I came up with the brilliant idea to bring it back to the hardware store and ask them to fix it.  Either that, see if they would take it as a return even without a receipt or any paperwork. After all, it came from the factory like this and was clearly broken. I mentioned this to one of my girlfriends and she just laughed at me for thinking they would take the time to help me. 

Undaunted, I showed up at the customer service desk with my grubby weed whacker in tow.  The burly guy at the counter just looked at me like I was pathetic.  The he flexed his muscles and attempted to unscrew the lid.  His face had started to sweat and had turned red with exertion before he finally gave up.  In desolation, he suggested that I bring it down to “tool rentals” and they could open it for me there. 

There was a young girl at the desk in the tool rental department.  When I asked her to help me, she just looked at me in bewilderment.  A moment later, a debonair man drinking coffee glided up to us. He quietly asked the girl at the counter to get him a couple things.  In moments he had the lid unscrewed and was rewinding the line that twisted inside my weed whacker.  I just looked at him in amazement.  Then I asked him if he worked there or just hung out for fun.  He gave me a quick grin and a wink then swiftly slipped away.  Yeah, weird… 

But, at least my weed whacker is fixed and I can attack my lovely weeds.  Although I’m not really sure why I think that’s a good thing….

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26 Responses to Weed Whacker Woes

  1. It was the Weed Whacker angel in the hardward store!! I just know it was…it had to be. Seriously, that is really weird. I thought at first you were gonna say the girl fixed it. I have a love/hate relationship with my own Weed Whacker. Love the way it cleans things up and makes my yard look so nice….hate starting it and operating it!!

  2. J-Funk says:

    I am so inept at unscrewing things that I immediately assume I can’t without even trying. At work I am notorious for handing off things to other people to unscrew for me. Usually other people are fairly good at it and can get it right away, but last week I had a jar that got the best of everyone. Finally a big burly college student named ‘Angus’ used a lethal combination of brute strength and warm incubation to get the jar open – he impressed us all. *sigh*

  3. Cazzie says:

    You oguht to have gottent hat dudes NUMBER!!! He sounded like the saint of all saints, LOL.
    Spring there hey..we are in Autumn, and my lovely trees are losing their gorgeous yellow leaves and we get to play in them on the ground πŸ™‚

  4. Lynne says:

    We’ve had a number of different weed-whacker type things. None of them have ever worked after the first go. Either the line breaks or gets hopelessly tangled. There has to be a better way!

    Hey, a debonair man that can use the tools he is provided with is a great thing. Sounds like a mysterious meeting to me …

  5. Cheryl says:

    He was the week wacker magician. The man! I have a weed wacker, and never figured out how to use it. Pathetic.

  6. Betty says:

    I have never owned a weed whacker that worked properly. Maybe the fault was in the user.

  7. gawilli says:

    Once I used to week whack, but now Willi does, so I have no weed whack woes. Oddly enough Imiss that part of the yard work as now I seem to get stuck with the broom or rake. Maybe that IS my weed whack woe.

  8. Jay says:

    It must have taken a special tool to open it. Engineers who design these things looooove to do things like that. They think it’s cool to need a tool that nobody would possibly own.

  9. Diesel says:

    You were visited by the Weed Whacker Angel!

  10. Susan says:

    J-Funk~I can usually get jars open with the help of a butte knife, just pry it up a little bit to get the air in…

    Cazzie~ Um…not sure how I would explain having that man’s number to
    Shaun…

    Lynne~I kept wanting to say “who was that masked man” but I didn’t think I could get anyone to believe he was Zorro

    Cheryl~You need to look pathetic in front of someone that might be inspired to help you!

    Betty~that’s a good possiblity!

    Gawilli~Have you asked him if you could trade badk?

    Jay~it looked like an ordinary wrench to me…actually two of them, but what do I know????

    Diesel~You may just be right, I hadn’t thought of that!

  11. Cazzie says:

    Oh shiverxs, sorry love, LOL, sorry Shaun!!! Retract that comment..totally!!!

  12. Tink says:

    Omg. You met Weedwacker Man! He’s one of those little known superheroes that hangs out at places like Lowes and Home Depot. You should feel honored.

  13. MoJoKat says:

    The funniest part about your story, is that as I was reading it, my hunny came in quite irritated with our very own weed-whacker. Seems it just really had no inclination to work that day, so it refused to start. I read your story to him to console him with the fact that other people in the world were having weed-whacker woes, as well.

    We’re both happy for you that you have the priviledge to whack those weeks again. I’m sure our time will soon come! πŸ˜‰

  14. mrs darling says:

    Susan this was hilarious! And believe me you should have left it broken so you could eat bon bons and watch Tv without guilt! tee hee

  15. photowannabe says:

    I belong to that weed whacker defunct club too. Ours didn’t last too long before it choked and died on us. I think you found the gardening angel.

  16. Newt says:

    My hats off to a fellow weed grower. Remember, a weed is only in the eye of the beholder. Dandelions are pretty and yellow,, and they grow well, and then get all white and puffy and drift away like tiny angels. Right? Right?

  17. Dorky Dad says:

    Ah, Weed Eaters. I love using them. I hate adding more line. I think Andre the Giant would have a tough time unscrewing that thingamabob, or whatever you call it.

  18. Rohit says:

    Some people have a green thumb… You, apparently have a yellow thumb (or whatever color it is that your weeds come in… πŸ™‚ ) Not the handiest of thumbs, but, atleast it brings life .

  19. Peggy says:

    I can’t open jars at the moment due to my recently broken finger.

    I would have NEVER thought of taking the weed wacker back to the store! Ingenious!

  20. raghav says:

    hmm .. all said and done .. u were persuasive enough to make three ( or is that four) males to help you out and eventually got what you wanted .. hats off to u !! πŸ™‚

    btw .. I am sure that you would have found another snag to ‘discontinue’ the ‘weed-attack’ after another 5 minutes ! πŸ˜€

  21. Wow — I wish I had the same patience as you with regards to weeds. I’m totally the type to just let it grow and grow until I couldn’t do anything about them anymore. Then again, weed whacking — that sounds like something that would be disturbingly liberating πŸ™‚

  22. Kell says:

    I’ve been banned from using the weed whacker because I keep leaving bald spots in the grass. Fine by me! But I would be curious to see if Weed Whacker man is at my Sear store.

  23. Jocelyn says:

    Man, you have a weedwhacker angel!

    Tell Shaun you’re going to drop him off at the “tool rental” desk next time he acts like a tool and doesn’t help you fix something.

  24. Gracey says:

    In our new neighborhood, the houses are well taken care of when it comes to grass cut and weeds pulled except of course the house right across from our house. Their house is on the corner so they get that extra path of grass that is by the sidewalk that is supposed to be taken care of by the owners of that house but do they do it? NO! The weeds were growing so fast because it was raining here all the time lately and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I marched myself right over across the street and pulled all those nasty things out of the ground cuz I was sick of having to look at them each time I opened my shades.

    I just hate when people don’t take pride in their property and clean up!! Ok, I’m done venting…..(so glad you clean up your weeds!!) πŸ™‚

  25. Arlene says:

    You only think it’s a good thing because you went through so much to get the damn thing running again!
    I’m great at growing weeds…not so great at removing them πŸ™‚

  26. snpnmnmi says:

    My thing is, if you want it growing there, it’s not a weed. Whether it’s a wildflower or not, it’s most definitely not a weed! I hate weed eaters! I refuse to even try the thing, cause then it becomes my job and I’ve got enough, thank you! Of course, I just had to get out in front of one of our walls and cut down A LOT of thistles with my yard gloves on and pruning shears in hand… the gloves didn’t help. OUCH! Watch out for those debonair coffee drinking men who seem to glide into rooms – they’re the dangerous ones! πŸ˜‰