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06-03-2009, 01:16 PM | #1 |
Gamebreaker
Join Date: Aug 2005
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Funny Story!!!
So after about a week of arguing with my wife about getting a treadmill I finally broke and she bought one. I think they are a waste and they suck to move and they take a ton of space up. I prefer the gym plus there is no eye candy in the basement (other then my wife) to enjoy when working out. Oh did I mention I just got rid of one over the winter using Craig's list, 4 months later I have another, great.
So it is suppose to be delivered today between 8 and 12 and I work like 10 seconds from my house. So the guy calls me all grumpy and stuff, no biggie. Then he pulls up a little late to my house. I ask "do you have a hand truck?" he replies "Nah, we are going to carry it with our teeth", whatever dick. Then he goes in the back of the truck (straight boy) and starts moving stuff around. I hear him swearing up a storm cause the threadmill is all the way and the back and has to move like a bunch of stuff (I did feel bad about that) so 15 minutes later he emerges at the edge of the truck with the treadmill. I see him mess around with the lift then gives up and is like "I will just f--ing lower it down". So when he starts to lower it down I hear "POP" the box gives and the $2k treadmill goes flying out all over the main road, lands right on the road and falls out of the box. I seriously could not stop laughing the tears where flowing, man. He was like it is fine, I was like man I can't accept that.Then he said "I don't need you anymore". The best part was when my drug delaer friend (see my earlier thread) was on the other side of the street and he was like "Goddamn!" So funny. I went in and ate my lunch and when I was leaving he was still out side picking up little pieces. I gave him a little tot when I drove by. He was just such a grumpy smart a$$, it could not have happen to a nicer person.
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