I woke up at 9 am because I was going to go hall hay w/ Pat. We were going to go at 7, but it was cold, so nobody cared about getting out particularly early anymore. I ate breakfast. We left in a car to the place where we picked up the hay. We loaded hay onto a truck that was at the place where we were picking up the hay. Then we left and w/that truck and realized that it was overheating, and would probably break and be all bad. So we turned around and got back to the place where the hay was. Then we decided to take the car to the auto place to get the parts needed to fix the easy fix of the two possible problems, as seen by Pat’s dad. So we swung by Pat’s house afte rgetting the parts and picked up a truck of theirs, smaller by about 4 times than the one we were attempting to fix which we had already loaded with hay. One of the parts which Pat’s dad had gotten was the wrong size (even though he had not picked it himself but had instead had the people working there get it for him). So we went and exchanged it and got the right size. 3 hours later we started the truck up and it was still over heating. Just before we got this accomplished however we were visited by an old lady carrying a pot of flowers. She was mumbling about being lost. She asked if we knew where her son was and we said no. Pat’s dad said, “have a nice day.” and she said, “Oh, I won’t, I’m 83 years old and I haven’t had one yet.” Then pat’s dad did some jesus talk and she said, “you should go talk to my son, he’s a son of a bitch.” So she was funny. She left, and we had decided not to risk the big truck and to just load up the little truck and get a move on. But before that could happen a neighbor of the lady that we were getting the hay from came by for some random reason. Pat’s dad started talking to him and became convinced that the big truck would work, and even better that it would haul 5,000 lbs of rock. So we loaded up another row of hay onto the big truck, and loaded up pat’s family’s smaller truck (w/ 9 bales). Then we headed off down the road. When the big truck couldn’t make it over an overpass though, we decided it was a good idea that we stop before we got to the bridge. 🙂 So we pulled it over at some gas station and left a huge truck w/ like 60 bales of hay there (we had permissionfrom the guy who owned it) and went to the barn and unloaded our 9 bales from pat’s family’s truck. We then went back to the big broken truck and took bales from it and put in on pat’s truck (15 this time because not all the tie downs were being used on the big broken truck’s hay). We hoped that with the cool down and the lighter load we’d get the big truck back to the lady w/ the hay’s house. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. We got almost half way there when the big truck conked out again. So we rigged pat’s family’s truck to tow the big truck. Pat had to drive the truck being towed (which is exciting if u know that the last time he drove a vehicle being towed it ended up in a ditch) but we eventually made it back to the place w/the hay. We left the hay on the broken truck and covered it with a tarp. Then we took the load in pat’s truck to the barn and unloaded it. By then it was 8:30 making 11 hours of work and 24 bales delivered. Sweet huh? On the plus side I went home and got 4th in a poker tournament and won some money. Also, fyi, hay makes pat’s eyes swell shut almost and his nose go crazy. I pretty much just have the nose problem. 🙂 Anyway, there’s the crazy story.
P.S. We didn’t eat the entire time. (12 hours)