Posted by
Sheila on Saturday, October 20, 2007 10:39:44 PM
The other morning as I was heading out for my usual walk, I grabbed my radio, put the dial on "Rush" and headed out the door, only to walk out into a downpour...very unusual for Southern California, btw, but it made me think I should go get a treadmill, for days like this!
I proceeded to a department store that had featured a nice looking treadmill on sale, and after a nice guy helped me lug the thing to my car and load it into my Jeep Liberty, I hit the road to the house where I was planning to open the box, set up the treadmill, and have my first work out under the shelter of the gazebo in my back yard...
I have a feeling some of you are chuckling right about now...
To my dismay, when I opened the box I found an endless array of screws, nuts, bolts, washers of every possible size and shape, and tools I didn't recognize, to get the job done! I couldn't believe it!
I have always prided myself for being a "tomb boy", and being the only girl in the neighborhood who could tear down an overhang I didn't like (before my husband came home from work), lay flagstone, paint an entire house, install wall paper, AND hang Christmas lights outlining the roof of the house, the year my husband had knee surgery...so with gusto, and no trepidation, I ripped into the treadmill assembly project.
After a half hour of laying out all the screws, nuts, bolts, washers, miscellaneous tools, I had just finished putting six screws into the base structure, when I realized I had used the wrong screws!
Needless to say, two hours later, with my husband's help I got the treadmill together by the time the sun went down!
I was joking in the title of this piece about the end of a great marriage, but it was one of those interesting experiences that can test a marriage...
Why is it that half hour assembly projects always turn into hours of pure torture? Is it just me?
I have another question...what do I do with all the left over parts?