I’d been watching prices on Car Guru for a few weeks. Waiting for used Fords to come down, waiting for dealers to put some up. Waiting and just looking at pictures of trucks while sitting on the toilet. That sort of thing. This was around when Linda called me and said her irrigation system wasn’t working.
“All the plants are dying,” she told me over the phone. “The arbor vitae is crispy.”
Couple summers ago I rigged her this simple sprinkler setup that runs off her garden spigot. It snakes all around her yard with these tiny sprayers every five or so feet. Even hooked a battery timer to it so it’d run on its own. I told her she wouldn’t have to touch it. Ever. It’d just do its thing. Easy peasy.
Over the phone I asked her, “Is the system on?”
“Is the faucet handle turned all the way to the right or to the left?”
“Oh I don’t know, let me go look.” She put the phone down and I heard her screen door slam.
She was gone awhile. I got bored and started munching on some potato chips I didn’t know I had. Finally she came back and said “Left.” Some potato chips shards went down the wrong pipe and I started choking and coughing a bunch. I ran my mouth under the sink and took a big gulp of tap water.
“Are you dying?” Linda said.
“Well, then get over here and fix my sprinklers.”