When the old gg is not encamped in my study ruminating about
the world’s injustices and
contradictions, I can sometimes be found outside trying to connect together various
lengths of garden water hoses so that I can water the paltry amount of grass and plants around the
house that have managed to escape the ravenous appetites of the varmints and critters that frequent this place
during the nighttime hours. This is
often a challenge since all my hoses were, when I bought them years ago, the
cheapest available in the local hardware store.
Like the gg himself, they are old and leaky. This past week, after
much tugging, pulling and twisting on the old things, I was finally able to assemble enough of them
together to be able to do some watering.
However, when I finally turned on the spigot, nothing happened, meaning no water came out the open hose end. Over time, I’ve learned instinctively to
recognize the problem – the deadly KINK. Not
one or two, but several. This time, I’d
had enough. I gathered up all the old
hoses and threw them into a corner of the garage. Then I set out to the same local hardware
store and bought 4 brand new water hoses in various lengths. More importantly, this time I bought hoses that
were represented to be “kink-free.” Made
out of rubber and not vinyl, I paid a pretty penny for those things but I told my self it would be worth it to no longer have to contend with kinky water hoses.. Today, I hooked up two of the new hoses so I could water a portion of the garden. After
connecting one end of the hose to the spigot and screwing on my hose nozzle to
the other end, I was ready to enter watering nirvana for the first time in many
years. I turned on the water and put the
nozzle on “spray.” But to my utter
surprise, once again nothing happened.
Zilch. Nada. Walking back along the length of the brand new hoses, there it was – the biggest kink I had ever seen in a water hose, and
believe me, the gg has seen plenty of those.
Tomorrow, I’m going to return the
hoses to the hardware store and grouch at the man or lady behind the counter
who sold me kinked hoses they said wouldn’t kink. Tonight, I going to sit in my study and
ruminate about why it is that some companies sell products that aren’t what
they say they are or that do or don’t do what they say they will or won’t do.
gg