20230516-2104. It’s all about “pay-to-play”. One dude shows in face online and refuses to speak with me. One dude refuses to show his face online but speak with me. Who would win? The older fart or the younger fart, respectively?
So what’s your problem this time Flynn? Well, I’m NOT convinced either is the “lucky guy”. I still hang on the very words of my former supervisor (a Chinese woman) over twenty years ago: “some guy will be lucky” or “you’re going to marry some lucky guy”. Sigh.
So far I’ve been reaching out my tentacles and paws and still Old Stan refuses to allow such stuff to happen. Even GOD refuses for such stuff to happen.
Anyways, on/about 1754 PM, I’ve unloaded and assembled the new Craftsman 20 inch or 508 millimeter Brushless/Cordless (Push) Mower with 2x20V Max Lithium Ion 40 volts batteries.
My elderly father will be mowing his lawns – front and back. The weight of his new lawn mower is 35 pounds or 15.8 kilograms! That’s pretty lightweight!
We decided to return the larger one because the damned box would NOT fit inside the small trunk of his four-door sedan! The box for this one BARELY fit by one freaking millimeter!
I just forced the sucker into the trunk and past the rubber lining of the trunk. That was about the last week of April when I picked-up the larger one, went back with dad for the return, and bought his new lightweight lawn mower!
So that’s the type of guy that I’m seeking: someone who is NOT gay, who knows how to garden quickly, who knows about RCC, who can understand Orientals (and NOT the ones with slit or slanted eyes), who can tolerate my bad attitude/potty mouth/impatient expectations, and who knows about weird stuff. He’s probably gonna have to be an intel guy who knows martial arts or something about defense.
That’s all.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!