Sunday, March 29, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 218.59 miles)
Day 261 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
The sun was out and it was finally dry enough to walk in the back yard. So I decided to put together a badminton net Hannah received as a birthday present.
I like putting stuff together. Any excuse to use tools is great. But if the instructions suck and I have to guess where part A goes, or which of the million pieces scattered across my kitchen floor part A even is then you can fucking forget the whole project.
Thus enters the badminton net caddy.
The net came with a little caddy that’s supposed to make hauling and storage of the net easier. It looked cool on the box. A couple of poles on wheels that neatly stores and rolls wherever you need it to.
Except the caddy was ridiculously hard to put together. The instructions sucked.
That’s not strong enough.
None of the caddy parts were labeled and the instructions were just arrows pointing to places I couldn’t find further confused with circles drawn around random parts that resembled absolutely nothing from the box.
After wrestling with this for a while, Hannah asked me, “Can we play yet?”
And I realized I was spending more time assembling the thing that’s supposed to carry the toy than assembling the toy itself.
So I decided fuck the caddy. Fuck it.
If I need to haul the net, I’ll pick it up. Seriously, it weighs five pounds. If I need to store it, I’ll roll it up and tape a zip lock bag for the tension lines to the poles.
The net doesn’t need a goddamn caddy.
I shoved all the caddy pieces into a pile and put the net together. Hannah got her net and we played badminton and volleyball and some strange version of soccer that the kids invented.
All. Without. A. Caddy.
Today’s silver lining: We got to play outside.
Today’s second silver lining: I’m going to burn that caddy.
Ps. No one wants to play with you, caddy. You’re an asshole.
What’s your silver lining today? I love comments!
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