So apparently, I borrowed a dude's flatbed trailer over the weekend and I didn't get his permission. Yep, that's right! I just drove up to the house, hitched it onto my suburban and drove away. I used it to haul a chicken coop.
Granted, I did ask permission from the guy I thought it belonged to, but in the end, it wasn't his trailer I borrowed.
Some friends of ours are moving to Alaska and had to get rid of their chickens and coop. We jumped all over this opportunity, because it was something we wanted to do this year.
We made arrangements to pick up the chicken coop on Saturday morning.
On Wednesday of last week, I asked my Bishop if I could borrow his trailer. He said that would be fine, but his nephew had the trailer but was bringing it back on Thursday. He said he would just leave it out in front of his house and I could swing by on Saturday morning to pick it up.
Saturday morning arrived with a heavy downpour of rain, but we decided to proceed with our plans. I drove over to the Bishop's house and there was the trailer parked in front of the house. I should have suspected something was wrong when I noticed the large front loading device for a tractor sitting right in front of the trailer, intending to keep someone from hitching it up and driving away. I figured the Bishop had just forgotten that I was coming.
With all the strength I could muster, I slid the front loader over to the side of the curb, backed the Suburban in at an angle to avoid hitting the front loader and hitched up the trailer. After some maneuvering, I drove away.
For the next several hours, we loaded and unloaded the chicken coop. In the early afternoon, I drove the trailer back over to the Bishop's house and dropped it off; this time I parked in a different place because I wasn't going to deal with that front loader again.
This morning, the Bishop emailed me and said, "hey, I'm sorry about the trailer. My nephew didn't bring it back. I hope you were able to find other arrangements."
I emailed him back and said I was confused, because I did take his trailer and thanked him for letting me borrow it.
He replied that he was glad everything worked out, but the trailer belonged to a general contractor who is doing an addition to his home.
Next week, I think I'll ask my neighbor if I can borrow his horse.
Hahahahahaha! That's hilarious! I see all sorts of cars and trucks that I'd like to borrow almost every day, and the only thing that keeps me from doing it is a little thing I like to call Grand Theft Auto. :)
ReplyDeleteWe did the chicken thing last year. It was great! They walked up to our doorstep and laid eggs every morning, and the eggs were delicious! The rooster crowed every morning and I didn't have to set my alarm! And they pooped more than I thought any creature could possibly poop. Everywhere. I even found some inside one of the eggs we tried to eat (I have no idea how it got there). In the end we found some Mexican friends of mine who wanted chickens and gave them away. It's totally worth it to spend $1.29 on 12 eggs, and set my alarm clock every night. Good luck, amigo. Hope you know some Mexicans.
I didn't know you had chickens. You should have gotten rid of the rooster and maybe it wouldn't have been so bad. Poop in the egg, however, is a mystery to me as well. Hmmmm.
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