My husband and the lawn mower have had a love-hate relationship for the last year or so. He managed through last summer, but recently it's died without explanation twice. And this last time was the final straw.
I came home from the grocery store and my son came flying out the door to the garage to meet me. "Um, you probably want to stay away from Dad. The lawn mower just died."
Uh oh. Apparently no swear words had flown yet, but sometimes it's better to stay out of the way. I peaked out the window to see him looking at it as if it was a puzzle. He'd fiddle with it, try starting it, it would die, and he'd try again.
The lawn was 3/4 mowed. He had to borrow the neighbor's to finish the job.
He decided a replacement was in order. He spent some time researching online, then started checking craigslist. He found one new, in the box, for $50 less than retail. Because that's what Hubs does - he researches and gets the best deal. I'm lucky to have him, because I'm not sure I have the patience to do the same.
Anygrassclippings. We got the mower. But then we had to get rid of the craptastic old mower.
There was an ad on craiglist for someone close by who sold refurbished mowers. Apparently the guy had a little business of repairing old broken mowers and selling them. Hubs called him up and asked if he'd be interested in taking the old mower off his hands - he could see if he could fix it and have it to sell.
Hubs showed up with the mower, and the guy turned out to be a kid in his late teens.
Hubs: "It'll start but then it just dies. I don't know what's wrong, I've tried, but I'm tired of fighting with it."
Kid: "Oh yeah, the carburetor probably just needs to be cleaned out."
Hubs: Shit. Grrr. "Whatever. You can have it."
The kid will probably make $150 bucks off it.
Hmmm, maybe my son should learn how to fix lawn mowers.