Wife got the kids electric scooters for Christmas. One blue, one pink. My job to put them together. Get the boys done and i want to plug it in to charge so they can ride them right away. Instead of continuing to read the directions, i take it into my head that the "gas" pedal is where it plugs in.
Thinking all the time that's a weird place to put the plug in where the kids foot will always be kicking it. Give it a tug, nothing, harder tug, still stuck. So i give it a bigger tug and rip the damn spring out. Now it's broke, i tore the whole thing apart and gotta try and figure it back together even though i can't fix it properly.
Poor guy is gonna be real upset when his sister takes off down the side walk laughing and his ride is broke.
And the best thing of all, my wife does not remember keeping the receipts. %$&*.
I need a few bong hits
Thinking all the time that's a weird place to put the plug in where the kids foot will always be kicking it. Give it a tug, nothing, harder tug, still stuck. So i give it a bigger tug and rip the damn spring out. Now it's broke, i tore the whole thing apart and gotta try and figure it back together even though i can't fix it properly.
Poor guy is gonna be real upset when his sister takes off down the side walk laughing and his ride is broke.
And the best thing of all, my wife does not remember keeping the receipts. %$&*.
I need a few bong hits