"Mama," my son said. "I need a new bike."
"What do you mean, 'you need a new bike?'" I said. The kid had gotten a new bike a year ago, and it seemed to fit him just fine.
"Well, somebody left some 20 pound test line in the way, and it ended up in my chain and wheel."
Uh oh. That didn't sound good. I went outside to investigate the situation. What I found was a serious mess. An entire reel's worth of fishing line was wrapped around my son's back wheel and entwined in his chain links. "Let me get the sissors," I said.
I came back out and started working on that thing. Let me just say, it took almost an hour to cut out all that fishing line and get it out of the chain. When I was done, my hands were covered in black chain grease. I was not a happy camper.
"Listen here, kid," I said. "You make sure that 'somebody' doesn't leave fishing line hanging around on the ground anymore, because if that 'somebody' does, this 'somebody' isn't going to be very happy!"
Oh, dear.
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Janie
Oh, dear is right! LOL!
Deleteyes somebody isnt going to be happy
ReplyDeletebeautifully said
LOL! Why, thank you!
Deletehahaha hmmm I wonder who that somebody was
ReplyDeleteNo idea! ;)
DeleteI like the way you think! xoxox
ReplyDeleteHee hee. Me too!
DeleteIt takes forever to cut or untangle certain things.
ReplyDeleteI nominated you for a blog award.
You got that right. I really don't like doing it when I have a million other things to do!
DeleteThanks for the blog award. I'll pop over to your place and check it out.
You have a lot more patience than I do! Crossing my fingers you never have to do that again. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks. I appreciate that! LOL!
DeleteThat little guy must be a serious fisherman -- I wouldn't have known what "20 pound test line" was as a kid!
ReplyDeleteYou would not believe what a fisherman he is! He can change reels, lines, lures, bobbers, etc. And he knows all about the different kinds of fishing poles there are. It's mind boggling. And he learned it all from his buddy's dad.
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