Some people bring home abandoned puppies. That would be me and we are still trying to get rid of the last one we saved... ;) My hubs brings home abandoned stuff. For the longest time we had somebody's bike in our yard, then arrived the sand filter for the swimming pool (still standing on a tire beside the gate) and about two weeks ago this poor malfunctioning generator was deposited in front of our Coke fridge. It looked sad, dirty and badly in need of TLC. Notwithstanding with the prominent "Unserviceable" sticker apposed on it, it was diagnosed with an easily fixable "two-wires-switched" syndrome. So last night three guys sat down to it, convinced that a few drinks and some combined brainpower will get the thing running in no time flat. So they sat and they switched wires and sat and drank and switched other wires and sat again and you could feel the brain waves from 10 meters away. Then one of them left and the other two tried until past midnight. This morning at 10 I found Greg sitting beside it again, looking wearily at a makeshift wiring diagramme. He was dragged away kicking and screaming to help move someone's furniture but after lunch they resumed their respective positions to continue with the CPR. By the looks of it, it still has a long way to go. But as "success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration", sitting in 40 degrees heat for hours on end *must* ultimately produce a positive result. ... Right?
2 comments:
Beer and electricity.
Cleaning out the gene pool since 1875.
well it worked when I left - at least for Americans
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