Thursday, February 5, 2009

Who Say you Can't Get Anything For Free?

Today, John needed a "Pickle Fork," aka a tie rod removal device (for those who are still lost, it helps take off the rods that turn the tires as you turn your steering wheel). We needed this tool so John could keep rolling on the Lark oil pan removal project (we're going on the fourth day here, but don't bring it up...very bad subject!). Of course, John originally asked dear old Dad what to use to take off the tie rods. His answer was, "You need a pickle fork of course!" Now, John's dad has sent John on many bogus adventure in his day. Take, for example, the job in Salt Lake that he travelled to on his dad's advice, only to discover when he arrived that there was no job. Then there was that lunch he made for him to take to work....only later did John discover an octopus sandwich in his lunch pail! So, John has reasons to doubt the wise chap. Last thing he wanted to do was to roll into Sears asking for a pickle fork and have the sales person lead him to the kitchen department. Fortunately for John, Chuck Collins from our local Studebaker Chapter called to help John get over his fear of the task of removing the oil pan and happened to use the same magic term! Well, John's friend Sammy told him that Checker had a program where he could rent a tool kit for free. All you have to do is leave them a deposit of $27.00 and return the kit when you are done to get your money back. Now, we will not get into Sammy's history of misleading John, but let's just say that there was reason to be cautious about this whole scenario, too. Sure enough, though, when John went to Checker that was exactly the deal that they offer. The moral of this story is: if you are in a pickle and need a fork, just go to Checker. (That and dear old Dad might actually know what he's talking about...but, shh! Don't spread that one around...)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Now that job building mag ponds on the salt flats was fun and the boy did good. Where else can you learn to build a proper fuel tank berm by hand. It was only 60x100 and he did good on that proper slope thing. And it wern't me that lied, it was the person who wanted to make sure i would come that promised the job. Which came through after a few days. The boy wasn't a bad grade checker. And the surf came up every morning what more can you want.

The sandwich. It was so cute with them little tenacles a hanging out. I ate mine guess i put to much mustard on his.

Glad to see he got to fork some pickles. You should always trust your daddy! Would i do you wrong??

Just hold that snipe sack still and don't make any noise.