So I woke up (0800) with the intention of cutting grass today. Went to start the lawnmower, no fricking key
, so I said well maybe I could weedeat today, find the key later. So I go to start the weedeater, no gas which I forgot I ran all the gas out of it on purpose, go look for the gas can, no fricking gas can has gas in it; again
. So I go to Rende's right down the road from my house only to discover I forgot my wallet; again
. So I go get my wallet, get gas, weedeat and everything goes fine
. My brother called last night wanting to know if I'd tug his boat to Lafayette to get a new trolling motor installed, I said sure. Well I get to Lafayette and everything goes ok up until the point where I go get some lunch. I stopped at the McDonald's on the corner of University and Ranaud
. The first red flag which I chose to ignore was the presence of roaches on the windows in the middle of the day
. So I order and get my food, take a bite of the freezing cold hamburger patty with what appeared to be mold on both the cheese and bun
. So I throw that away and just figure I'll eat the fries and be good for a couple hours, again, freezing cold and looking like they came from behind the fryalator
. So its getting close to pick up the boat, go pick it up with no problem. Get on the interstate and go over Henderson and get near Port Allen, traffic is moving at less than 3mph 3MPH!
. So I spot the Highway 1 exit and decide to go through Plaquemine, Brusly, Addis, White Castle and Donaldsonville with a bit of traffic, but nothing major. So I'm between White Castle and Donaldsonville when I am pulled over for 59 in a 55
, no big deal, warning from Acension Parish and I'm off, I get out of Donaldsonville and I notice a vibration from the trailer, a few seconds later, BOOM! tire blows NO FREAKING SPARE! (more on no spare later) again
. I sit for 45 minutes until someone stops to help. So I call my buddy James and my brother Steven. They come about 30 minutes later with reinforcements. After 2 hours sitting on side of the road, I'm back on it. Drop the boat back off at Steven's drive back into Gonzales and get home, cook me some Taco meat, fix me a Taco, go to take the first bite, and the bottom of my Taco falls out onto my lap sending the sensation of burning pain through my jeans and onto the place that no man wants to be burned.
On a brighter note, did get a chance so see the new Academy and buy some worms, and stopped to test out the trolling motor, caught 7 bass before Ramah under the interstate on Red Shad worms, catch and release. Not one was under 2 pounds. Would have had pics, but my 11$ phone has no camera and I don't have my digital camera as my dad took it with him to Wisconsin.