Finding myself wishing I’d paid more attention during my econ classes.

Karyn

P.S. I just have a almost three year old and he (on his own, when he is in full meltdown mode…three times since 4:30pm) sounds like a herd of wildebeest. Or something loud and fierce.

So I drive this huge truck with the tiny bobcat loaded on the back out to the middle of nowhere where this lady’s house is. We’re talking deep woods, narrow dirt road, and washes. When I finally arrive, the road just stops in front of her house next to this huge, beautiful, green lawn.

I unload the bobcat, we do the paperwork and I’m all set to go when I realize there’s nowhere to turn this long truck around. Of course, I’m not too happy at the prospect of driving in reverse for over a mile on that road. So I ask - (wait for it!) : “Can I swing out onto the grass there so I can turn around? Will it be okay to hold this truck?”

She nonchalantly says something like “Oh, sure. My husband turns our truck around there all the time.”

Okay, cool.

Well, she neglected to tell me that it had rained the night before and I was late and just wanted out of there so I didn’t check for myself. As soon as I get out there the truck immediately sinks up to the frame. Both axles. Without any significant weight over the rear wheels the truck just digs itself in. Twenty minutes later, after trying everything I could think of, including using the bobcat and a winch to tug on the truck, the thing is stuck so deep I was afraid it might never come out. The beautiful green lawn has turned into one long set of parallel ruts with muddy water rapidly filling the deep, ugly gashes.

So finally I give up trying and we’re standing there together and it’s starting to rain and she looks at all the mud and the damage to the lawn and she says something like:

“Oh, I don’t think my husband is going to like this…”

It took all of my self control not to scream.

I ended up using her phone to call a huge tow-truck and they managed to recover the delivery truck from the mud pit. Of course, it had to come out sideways and what was left of the grass was completely destroyed.

I was half expecting to be fired or for the rental company to get a lawsuit but my boss never said anything and the lady’s husband returned the bobcat himself a couple days later without a word. Apparently he used the bobcat to fill in the ruts and it was good as new. I did learn a very important lesson about heavy equipment and soft ground, though!

So that’s my bobcat and lawn story!

Girls are loud. I know. I am one. I’m loud.

Girls fight like crazy. Adult girls fight like crazy.

I hope your lawn does heal from the Bobcat.