Last weekend I attempted to use my lawnmower for the first time this season, but it did not start. With frustration, my first thought was to just get another lawnmower, but I quickly realized that a new mower was not even close to being in the budget. I paused and started to think like Daddy. Is there gas in the tank? Check. Is the oil good? Check. Is the air filter dirty? Maybe. Do you need a spark plug? Perhaps.
With a little research, I learned that I needed a 5/8-inch barrel thing (don’t judge me, just tell me the name of it) to fit onto my socket wrench. I went to AutoZone and was able to purchase the 5/8-inch barrel, the spark plug, and the air filter all right there. Soon, I was back home with my hopeful treasures.
I placed an old towel on the ground and proceeded to work on the mower. I was having a hard time operating the socket wrench, and then it happened, I had a “single” moment and said …..”Lord, I need a man, please.” Gasps. The shock. The awe. I do not oppose men or relationships, only the bad ones. At moments like this, I would appreciate the strength and knowledge of a man. I was over this whole problem. I could have had the grass cut by now, been bathed, dressed in something pretty, and on my way to the art museum for a stroll. Instead, I was covered in dirt, sitting on the ground playing mechanic to a lawnmower that may or may not start after purchasing $38 worth of supplies from AutoZone. Eventually, the socket wrench loosened the plug, but it did break off a little. When I started to unscrew it the rest of the way with my bare hands and boom… I was cut. My work gloves were neatly placed on my lap, not sure why I did not put them on. After some first aid, I finished installing the new spark plug, and after a few pulls on the cord, the lawnmower started right up. I was so happy and proud of myself for not giving up. Girl power!!!!
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