June2015_SO WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING
by Ryle Winn
‘I fixed the mower,’ I said to Karyn, with a sense of satisfaction.
‘Good. What was wrong with it?’
‘Just needed a little TLC.’
‘Good,’ she said again, disinterestedly.
To achieve this all I’d had to do was cut a little piece out of the guard to give the blades a bit of clearance from when I dinged the deck last time. I thought to myself, nothing I can’t fix.
Karyn said later that as I took off along the driveway a rock the diameter of a medium sized meteorite pelted through an open louvre, bounced across the dining room table, glanced off the side of the fridge and landed at her feet.
I finished the round of mowing and put the mower away. As I was taking my boots off, she mentioned, in a forthright manner, that she could have been killed.
A bit dramatic, I thought. The mower’s going like a beauty. Never been better.
Next morning, as I drove past our big shed, I spotted a cracked window pane. I hadn’t seen that before I thought. Neither had I spotted the broken window pane next to the first one. It had a large round hole punched through it, neat as you like. And along further, the canopy belonging to the ute sported a broken window too.
Vandals! Bloody rotten vandals I thought. Then the truth hit me.
My normal exceedingly good humour started to erode as I scouted about looking for further mower damage. But there was none. So I measured two new window panes – bugger the old canopy glass because the whole thing was bound for Dakabin tip anyway – and waited for the call to collect the new glass from Brendale.
In due course, money sorted, I was in the process of loading the glass into the ute and bugger me if I didn’t drop one pane on the bitumen. Smashed to bits. I didn’t even go back into the factory to order another one.
As for good humour well, give me a fortnight – maybe more.
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