papaperch
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So oldest son always gives me a Cabelas gift card for birthday. Youngest son who has never been all that interested in fishing. Informs me that when oldest son is here for fishing vacation. He would like to tag along on the vacation.
Since my Lund only has two seats. I think great I know what to get with my gift card. So I order an extra swivel and mount for a spare seat that I have laying around anyway. While I am ordering the stuff. My better half says " I can't believe you are ordering more fishing stuff ". I patiently expalin to her about seating shortage if youngest wants to go. AHHHH now she readily understands.
Fast forward to today. Before she goes out with her walk with neighbor lady. I tell her " UPS gonna be delivering that seat set up today ".
She acknowledges the statement and bounds off for her walk. Just as she is departing the big brown truck parks at end of our driveway. I open package and install swivel and stanchion on bottom of seat. Test to make sure it fits in boat. Then remove it and store on shelf ready for use.
She returns from her walk and promptly attacks her only known enemy in this life.. Leaves that have the nerve to fall in our correct that HER yard.
After about twenty minutes she bounces into my fishing tackle storage/ boat house. Which some morons use for actually parking cars in. I am busy building more storage shelves. She takes a quick look around and says " well that was pretty stupid of you ".
I give her a puzzled look ( often my only look when trying to understand
what in the blue blazes is she trying to communicate to me ). She puts her hand on the freshly delivered /freshly assembled seat assembly. Ordering another chair when there is nothing wrong with this one here she says. At first I think she is trying to be funny. But nope she is dead serious. So in my best Elmer Fudd voice. Well duh how tupid could I be.
As she triumphantly egresses my fishing tackle/ boat storage 24 X 32 foot man retreat. I thought to myself. When I seen her for the very first time so long ago. I wasn't thinking anything about her IQ rating. I was playing train conductor and admiring her cute caboose. So I guess it is all my fault.
Since my Lund only has two seats. I think great I know what to get with my gift card. So I order an extra swivel and mount for a spare seat that I have laying around anyway. While I am ordering the stuff. My better half says " I can't believe you are ordering more fishing stuff ". I patiently expalin to her about seating shortage if youngest wants to go. AHHHH now she readily understands.
Fast forward to today. Before she goes out with her walk with neighbor lady. I tell her " UPS gonna be delivering that seat set up today ".
She acknowledges the statement and bounds off for her walk. Just as she is departing the big brown truck parks at end of our driveway. I open package and install swivel and stanchion on bottom of seat. Test to make sure it fits in boat. Then remove it and store on shelf ready for use.
She returns from her walk and promptly attacks her only known enemy in this life.. Leaves that have the nerve to fall in our correct that HER yard.
After about twenty minutes she bounces into my fishing tackle storage/ boat house. Which some morons use for actually parking cars in. I am busy building more storage shelves. She takes a quick look around and says " well that was pretty stupid of you ".
I give her a puzzled look ( often my only look when trying to understand
what in the blue blazes is she trying to communicate to me ). She puts her hand on the freshly delivered /freshly assembled seat assembly. Ordering another chair when there is nothing wrong with this one here she says. At first I think she is trying to be funny. But nope she is dead serious. So in my best Elmer Fudd voice. Well duh how tupid could I be.
As she triumphantly egresses my fishing tackle/ boat storage 24 X 32 foot man retreat. I thought to myself. When I seen her for the very first time so long ago. I wasn't thinking anything about her IQ rating. I was playing train conductor and admiring her cute caboose. So I guess it is all my fault.
A great story!!! So much sounds so like things I have heard when my wife walks into my shop. :icon14: