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| Subject: | The Lawn Mower and the Security fence. |
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| Date: | Sat, 19 Jun 2010 18:51:54 -0700 |
| From: | Jan Slama <slamajama2@gmail.com> |
This made me laugh all the way through it. Reminds me of growing up on the farm. The electric fences were always source of riotous entertainment when our city cousins came to visit. My brothers encouraged them to pee on the electric fence. Well, you be the judge. I find his story hilarious!
Jan
*THE LAWNMOWER & THE SECURITY FENCE*
"After much pestering from Alice (my wife of 53 years) I have finally given in & agreed to share my recent experience.
For some *strange reason,*
( I have often *wondered* about that woman, over the years !!! )
Anyway,....we have the standard 6 foot fence in our backyard,and after hearing about numerous, recent, burglaries in our neighborhood, I decided to try & prevent my wife & I, from becoming just "another statistic,".
I purchased an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of our fence. In fact,...I actually got the biggest cattle charger, our local Tractor Supply Store had in stock. It was designed for 26 miles of fencing. I then used an 8
So,....last week, I was mowing the grass in our back yard, with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower, when I noticed the darn hot wire was broken and laying out in the yard. As I was SURE, I had unplugged the charger, before I went outside, I just pushed the mower around the wire, then reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way. Turns out, however,....
So,.....there I stood,....the lawnmower running in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand.
(Now keep in mind, the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover).
Well,.......
It seems as though the fence charger and that piece of crap lawnmower, were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Now,....although science says,.......
At this point, I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire,.... Palm side down, so I couldn't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences.....but Dad always had those POS chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.....
This one I could not let go of !! The 8 foot long ground rod, was now accepting signals from me, through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point, I am thinking I am going to have to just man-up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas......... "Oh, Damn!!",....
Now,.. The lawnmower was starting to run rough. It had settled into a loping run pattern, as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and vomit on my chest, I am thinking: "Oh God,... Please just let it die... Pleeeease...
So there I stood, in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to just kill me.....
Well,.......
I honestly don't know *how* I got loose from the wire......I woke up, laying on the ground hours later.
The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
( And of course, Alice & her friend Judy, picked TODAY to go shopping. )
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume, I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep, I realized a few things:
1. Three of my teeth seemed to have kinda melted.
2. I had cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek,...(not the left one, just the right)
3. Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not actually smell as bad as one might think....
4. My left eye would not open.....
5. My right eye would not close.......
6. The lawnmower is now running perfectly...
7. My testicles are still smaller than average, but are now almost a foot long.......
8. I can turn on the TV in the game room, by farting while thinking of the number 4 ...( I still don't understand this???)
Yes,.......that day changed my life forever....I now have a newfound respect for things.
I appreciate the little things more, and now I always *triple-check*
to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow the grass.
The good news is,.. that if a burglar *does* try to come over the fence,
I can clearly truly visualize, what my security system will do to him,
and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over,
which also reminds me, to triple check before I mow the grass !!!!..
Author, Dr. Robert Jackson, Retired


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