When everything that can go wrong…. does.

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We got a phone call telling us the leather chairs we’d ordered for the man cave were ready for pickup. Erring on the side of caution, I suggested we take the husband’s old truck in for a check up before making the long trip. In typical man fashion he thought this was a ridiculous idea, got aggravated with me for impugning the integrity of his baby and told me to schedule the furniture pick up for Friday.

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You knew where this was going…. right? The truck started sputtering and jerking when we hit I-95, an hour after we left home. I suggested we turn around and go back, but no. The husband had the bright idea to get off the highway and ride the back roads down to New Hampshire. This added at least 2 hours to our 2 1/2 trip. When we finally limped in to Nashua… which has awful stop and go traffic and endless traffic lights on the main drag… the truck was stalling every time it idled. I suggested we pull off the road, but no. The husband could literally see the warehouse where our chairs were patiently waiting. He didn’t pull over… so at the final red light? The truck died. Totally and completely died. Smoke pouring out from under the doors died. Yours truly had to jump out and help the husband push it off the busy road into a parking lot. With my bad knee. In case you were wondering…. pushing an 8 foot bed pickup is not on the approved radial meniscus tear exercise list. Ouch! We called AAA and were told due to a tow truck driver shortage it would be a 3 hour wait. Ever sit in a hot truck for 3 hours waiting on a tow? I don’t recommend it. At 4:30 that afternoon…

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The tow truck came, loaded our vehicle on the flat bed and promptly told us due to Covid restrictions we couldn’t ride back to Maine with him … and oh yeah, our coverage was only good for 100 miles. So they’d have to charge us $5 per mile for the overage.

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We paid, the truck went back to Maine…. and there was really only one thing left for us to do.

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I drank. I fumed. I ate southwestern egg rolls. I drank some more.

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There may have been eye rolling. (Who am I kidding, there was definitely eye rolling. )

And then I called a friend. A good friend who jumped in his brand new truck and drove over 2 hours to pick us… and our leather chairs … up. Good thing the warehouse was open until 8:00pm.

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We took him out for dinner and drinks. We filled his giant gas tank. I slipped $100 bill in his center console.

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We arrived home after midnight.

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Not the best time to move furniture, but when do we ever do anything the easy way?

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Did I mention the barn door (the free door my husband got at the dump) is a non standard size? The chairs got stuck 4 times. There may have been cursing, but at that point I was too tired to care.

We rolled in to bed about 1:30am…. and I thought the bad luck was over.

I was wrong.

To be continued….

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60 thoughts on “When everything that can go wrong…. does.”

    1. My husband is obsessed with this old truck. He’s thrown untold amounts of money in to it even though our mechanic tells him to stop. I keep telling him to let go and buy a new one but he won’t.
      🤷‍♀️

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      1. Ok…time for some defense…..what your husband did, unwittingly, is create (a) a solid memory you can laugh about for years, and (b) created a blog story for everyone else to laugh about in the present. Otherwise, it would have just been a boring ride up a boring highway to a boring warehouse.

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      2. Thus is not the first time… or the last if my husband has his way… that truck had left us stranded. The ratio of ‘road travel time’ to ‘in the shop for repairs’ time is not good.

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  1. Ahhh, the trials of Job! Theses days are a blessing sent from God, so you can justify three things: saying “I told you so,” drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and loving your neighbor ( a straight up COMMANDMENT).

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  2. I missed reading you last week while I was away. And then this morning I find out your life is rolling along– or not, I guess. At least the chair fit through the doorway into the room. I thought that might be where this story was going.

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    1. Came back to see if you’d replied. There is something wonky going on within WP so that I suddenly need to check back on comments I leave. Same with you? Am wondering if you’re seeing this comment at all as all the other have a reply. As if I need more work associated with blogging. 🙄

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      1. The WP gremlins have been busy. I just found your other comment but had to go look for it as it wasn’t on my notifications. I’ve also had a few followers say they’d been dropped from my list and I have no idea why. It’s maddening!

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    1. Fuel pump was our guess, but no. We thought water in the gas but we added dry gas, ran it empty and put in another cleanser just in case. Still stalled. Mechanic changed plugs and wires, replaced a module, checked carb and everything else. Going to run a compression check next.
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  3. The whole “nope, I don’t need to get the truck serviced” is SO familiar. It must be in their genes.
    YOU are a patient wife for not yelling at him. Well, I’m assuming you didn’t yet.

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    1. The truck is a 1990, he bought it in 1998. It’s from the south so no rust. It’s always garaged and we don’t use it in the winter. He babies that thing a lot more than he does me!

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    1. lol to the amount of angry blog followers comment. I’m not mad at him, so count me out. I can only be mad at mine or my daughter then I just run out of energy. My goodness. I’m not sure I’ve got much of anything for anyone else. “If they would only listen..” [muttering to myself]

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  4. Oh, no! This sounds like a terrible day. On the plus side you got your furniture!

    Covid restrictions have been making me angry for over a year. They have seriously put a damper in my plans multiple times.

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