My poor husband tried and tried to get our lawmower started yesterday, so he could mow our three foot weeds, that we are calling our lawn.
After tuning it up, and pulling and pulling and pulling for oh like. . . a couple hundred times I said "Honey, do you want to buy a new one?" I remember last year, and I couldn't start the darn thing myself, but my husband could. Well, that was last year, over the winter some times things don't want to work again--especially after all the rain we have had.
He looked at the lawmower then at me, and I knew he was reluctant to give up, and said "a few more pulls."
This is unusual for us, I mean He is usually wanting something new, and I'm the one saying, "Can't we make it work some how?"
One of the things going wrong with it was the pulley wasn't going back in, so I was giving advice like, "Give it a kick."
He said "Oh, no I can't do that."
"Sure you can--kick it." He kicked it and the pulley pulled back in. He gave a funny look then.
Finally after a few dozen more tries and even I was getting winded just watching him, I asked "Have you had enough?"
"So--you want to get a new one?"
"Okay, off to Home Depot we go." Where we bought a Briggs and Straiton lawmower for under $300.00.
Later I told my daughter and our Young Goth friend he's out there mowing but in his head there is a little man dancing a gig and singing "I got something n-e-w, I got something n-e-w, I got something n-e-w!"