Never Trust a Redhead

I would already be at Northern Tool, were it not for my hesitance to get on the road right after a McDonald's breakfast and a mug of hot coffee. It would be tempting fate not to wait for at least one kidney cycle.

I'm eating Mickey D's on a Thursday because I was having a hard time scheduling both of my weekly Fat Days on the weekend. I have stupidly taken an interest in tools and gardening and home maintenance, so weekends are busier than they were back when I laid on my ass and watched things disintegrate. And my Nowlive show has also eaten into the fun.

I truly despise the local Mickey D's. The one near Maynada street. They must have hired a medically certified pinhead to take over the management ("Has that custom paper hat arrived yet?"). They have screwed up the last four times I've gone over there. Three or four; I forget. Let's see...they let me sit in the car waiting for hash browns until the food got cold. They tried to serve me a large drink in two cups because they were too stupid to keep big cups in stock. They sold me a gross bacon and egg McMuffin and charged me for a biscuit. They made me wait in the car while they changed their Dr. Pepper tank, AFTER filling my drink three-fourths of the way and letting the ice melt. They ran out of ice cream! Can you believe that? How can you run out of delicious McFlurries? What about the precious public trust?

I was not happy just now, as I choked down the last bite of bacon egg and cheese McMuffin dipped in Hunt's ketchup. It would be one thing if I were a 24/7 fatass. But I'm a 24/2 fatass, which is completely different. Two days a week I get actual food, and I truly look forward to it. A McDonald's breakfast is one of my favorite meals. And these incompetent turds keep ruining it.

What hope is there for you if you can't make a McDonald's restaurant work? Whoever is running that place should be put in an institution for life.

I decided that I need a chain hoist and a couple of slings to move the compressor. I was going to use a come along, but a chain hoist costs roughly the same amount of money, and I have noticed that cables cause a lot more problems than chains. The cool thing about getting this stuff is, I can leave the hoist attached to a roof truss, permanently. Then whenever I need to lift anything (once in ten blue moons), it will be there. I wouldn't want to hang an engine from it, but it could be useful for other stuff. Notably as a safety device when using a motorcycle lift. It could give me a few seconds to get out of the way. I figure a thousand-pound hoist will be way more than adequate, since I'll never put that kind of weight on it.

I ate the only real tomato I managed to grow today. It was a Mortgage Lifter. It was about half as big as it should have been. It started to go funny, so I picked it and took the seeds and planted them. It was very sad; I could tell that it would have been a wonderful tomato, had it not been ruined by a virus. Maybe the seeds will pay off.