A short time ago, we had a slight “equipment” malfunction. I won’t get into what it was or what it’s used for (because that in itself could open up a whole can of worms), but let’s just say I was asked to start this piece of “equipment” and knew immediately upon trying that I had not done it correctly. Naturally, my first question was, “Does it ever not start?” to which I received a stern, “No,” from Pontilicious. Second question out of my verbose chew hole, “Does it ever have a difficult time turning over?” to which I received another very stern, “No”.

At that point Pontilicious was in a bit of a tear to get it into the garage and check it out. I decided to go upstairs, jump on Google and see if this was a common problem, what the typical issues were and what we could do to “fix” it. As I began searching, I heard a garbage can sound like it was being used in a jousting competition and of course, an explosion of cursing. I searched a little faster and found a list of common issues and repairs.

Excited, I began yelling directives down over the steps into the garage (to which the inside door was closed). As I was yelling down, my son Adam was also yelling, from the laundry room, a list of things to check as well. This lead to the following exchange: Read more