I just watched a YouTube video to help me with lawnmower repair. I've gotta say, I get a kick out of Canadians.
To me, it's a mix of British wry humor and American wild west. Pretty good mix.
Dealing with VPSs is a hassle and is discouraging. It' s time to quit on that and to work on something less frustrating: broken lawnmowers and clogged carburetors.
Somehow I simultaneously have a broken bolt on a snow thrower carburetor (requiring a whole new carb) and a broken bolt holding a lawnmower gas tank (requiring removal of the carb).
They just don't make bolts like they used to.
I went to the public library today to get a specific book. The fiction section has about 8 shelves, so, 16 rows. There is exactly one person in fiction, and, of course, she is standing in front of the book that I want. My book is belt level directly in front of her. The woman is scanning titles at eye level and up. My wife and I stop, each of us on one side of the woman, obviously there, obviously eyeballing a certain book directly ahead. Does she get a hint? Does she move? Of course not. She stands and scans. We are unacknowledged.
I think about reaching into the breech and grabbing the book, no harm done, but don't. "Excuse me," my wife says. No response. "Excuse me," my wife repeats and reaches in to quickly fetch out the book. The woman never looked at us, replied, or anything. Maybe she was deaf, maybe mad at us for for being inbher space, possibly standing her ground as she was here first by golly!, maybe mentally challenged. Still, weird. And with 16 rows! Of course she's there!