Three boxes. Three new scooters. 49, 721 parts per box. I needed an engineer/mechanic. I had Peyton. Who’s three.
Look what we did:
Impressive, right?
Yeah, I was all cocky until they rode them. And the handle bars fell off.
Yep. Kids aren’t happy.
Now I may be willing to borrow a highly efficient, super strong, stay-here-long-enough-to-fix-the-handle-bars-of-these-stinkin’-scooters-and-leave kinda guy.
‘Cause these silly kids want to ride. And those dang handle bars are helpful.
But then he needs to leave.
Immediately.
1 comment:
You did awesome!
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