So when I came upon a new and exciting pipe-like hole that sticks out the side of my new house and sits at approximately my shoulder height, I was more than willing to conjure up a reason to fill it.
Only limited by my imagination, I decided this would be the depository for “money” (aka: small rocks) and the hose spicket conveniently located next to said pipe, would be the output of “candy” (aka: water). The more money, the more candy, and repeat. I enjoyed hours of wet fun depositing my coins and being rewarded with soggy clothes.
It wasn’t until last week, when the weather decided to turn cold, and my warm-blooded Mom needed a little furnace action to warm the house, that my “candy machine” was discovered.
After several attempts to fix the furnace himself, my Dad finally swallowed his pride, opened his wallet and called the friendly heating and cooling professionals.
It took approximately 20 minutes of disassembly for him to produce a handful of rocks (aka: money) to my Dad, and ask, “Do you know what this is?”
Forgetting that complete smartasses have assimilated themselves into everyday society, my Dad replied, “A handful of rocks?”
Heating and cooling specialist's response, “Nope. That’s 700 bucks.” [Insert halfwit smile proudly gloating at his cleverness]
Needless to say, my candy business came to a screeching halt at the discovery that the hole was actually the furnace output and the deposited rocks had fried the conductor board.
Who knew?
I have a feeling that when I go to cash in on my college fund it may not be as plentiful as my sisters due to all of the repairs.
Oh well…on to the next hole.
