
These boys know how to work hard.
This is the story about mistakes that led to a broken belt sander. I’m not proud of what I did, only that I haven’t done it since.
The day started like most days started that summer. My brother and I woke up at 7am and slowly shuffled to the kitchen for breakfast. There, on the counter, courtesy of our dad was our list for the day.
“This is dumb! There is no way we can get all of this done! Seriously!?! This can’t be right. This must be a list for the whole week.”
Wrong. I didn’t appreciate it then, but these impossible lists are very effective. It guaranteed that we would stay busy all day. We rarely had moments that we needed to ask for something to do because the list was brutally long. This lesson didn’t sink in until I started writing lists of my own for people. Revenge is a sweet mistress!
After breakfast my brother and I made our way outside to get started. First we needed to hook up our box trailer to our truck. We had this down to a science and could basically do it with our eyes closed. (No way! I would never hook up a trailer with my eyes closed. That’s dumb.) Now that we finished that fun, it was time to go.
“Let’s check what’s in the trailer.”
“Should we tie down the belt sander?…”
“Naaaahhhhhh. That things weighs about 800lbs. There’s no way it will fall over. Leave it.”
“You’re right. Let’s go.”
(Names have been omitted for the protection of those involved. Only Jordan and I know the truth.)
It takes a certain precision and finesse to navigate a 30-foot box trailer being pulled behind a F-350 dually crew cab truck. You need to know how to check your mirrors, watch corners when you turn, adjust your brakes and…what’s the last one?..
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