My little helper...

[TGreschuk]

So I'm driving home in my wife's minivan (don't ask) and as I turn the corner onto my street I see some nice old lady getting oxygen. In her yard is a broken fence and what looks like the bottom of a snowmobile trailer, facing out to the street. The trailer is jammed tongue first into the ground and the axle is 5 feet in the air. "Jeez", i think "some poor bugger has his work cut out for him fixing up that mess". 30 seconds later, I pull into my driveway and see my truck parked there.... then it hits me... where is the snowmobile trailer that I borrowed last week to transport my motorcycle to the dealership? (don't ask about that either) Uh oh... The gears start spinning... before I even get out of the van, my neighbor strolls over with a funny smirk on his face.... Apparently, my 5 year old son (God love him) thought he would "help" mommy and daddy out by hooking up ONE of the safety chains from the trailer that daddy BORROWED to the trailer hitch. Unfortunately, he neglected to mention this to his mommy who, some time later loaded the family into my truck promptly started it and burned out of the driveway.... with a BORROWED trailer hanging on for dear life via one rinky dinky safety chain. I might have hoped that my lovely bride would have noticed either the gasps of every dang neighbor on the street or the sparks/sounds coming from dragging a 600 pound trailer zig zagging across 2 lanes behind my truck. Apparently not... She did manage to travel the 200 yards down the street without incident until she hit the first intersection and decided to yank the wheel to the left and put my truck into a 6 wheel drift. At this time the safety chain committed suicide and the trailer took off straight across 2 lanes, went right through a fence and impaled itself in the ground for all to see... Stunned, I went into the house to kiss my children hello and to kiss my wife goodbye (kidding... a little) and my wife was remarkably calm. She even remarked that "it was an old trailer anyway" (sigh) I grabbed my chain and the 5 year old and set out to go and retrieve the trailer. By the time I got back there a little crowd had assembled and the poor lady planting the pansies was finished with the paramedics. Not wanting this to be the social event of the summer, I quickly hooked up my chain to the axle and set out to pull this bugger out of the ground. The first pull produced nothing. The second pull produced all the excitement. I ripped the dang axle clear off the bed. To make matters worse, the guy who I borrowed the trailer from pulled up and nearly choked on the sandwich that he was stuffing his face with when he saw that it was his trailer jammed 3 feet into the ground with the axle 6 feet away still attached to my chain. I had to go home get a chisel and chisel a hole into the bed so that I could attach a chain to it so that i could pull this thing out. While chiseling furiously, I missed the chisel with my ball pien hammer and squashed my thumb (i'm sure this nail is coming off) and to make matters worse I lost my #@$@# hammer in the grass. In closing, i now am the proud owner of a flat bed snowmobile trailer, one which comes with a freshly chiseled hole in the bed, 2 pints of my blood on it and an axle that ain't never going back on. All this and the dealer that I took my motorcycle too can't find anything wrong with it.... And how was your day?