I don’t know a whole lot about farming.
But something I know even less about is mechanics and working on equipment.
So when the Cotton Husband sends me into places to pick up parts, I pretty much just show up and pray they know what I’m there for.
Today I had to go to the cotton gin (where all of these big modules of cotton go) with a broken off something or the other in my hand to give to a very nice man named Richard who would help us fix whatever was ailing the cotton picker.
As I held out my hand, this very nice man breathlessly whispered to me…
“Oh, you have a nipple!”
Was it wrong that I immediately checked my shirt?
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Oh my!! That is sooo funny but sooo true! Every time I go to a repair place I KNOW.FOR.A.FACT that men named all mechanical parts. UGH!
When my hubs explains (attempts to anyway) the way the part has to be I am blushing just thinking about how I am going to explain it to “Charlie Brown the parts man” . As there is NO way I am saying” Well the male end needs to hang out the female end by an inch or so”!! NO WAY!
Oh my gosh Jennifer I have tears streaming down my face… I know exactly how you feel!!
I would have paid to have seen the look on your face and count the shades of red!!!!! Too funny!
ha ha ha!
LOL! I definitely would have check my shirt first, too.
Now that I can see through my tears of laughter!!!
Those are some huge cotton bales!! Curious…How long are they? Do they carry one of those on a semi trailer? How heavy are they?
And..how many tshirts can one of those make? Can cotton get wet being they are only covered on the top? Does cotton “spoil” (like soybeans and corn would)?
Intersting!!!
I know..questions questions!
Well, I am hoping that you actually have two!
Haaaaaaa!!! So funny!
That is entirely too funny. Don’t you just hate running for parts. And if you get back and (God Forbid)its the wrong one—-they never let you forget it.
My dad was the worst. He’d send me for something and I’d be sick to my stomach by the time I got back for fear it was the wrong thing.
Please let us all know the next time you go for a part…….we want to be waiting there…….I’ve laughed so hard my sides are hurting…..you are a hoot….
That is sooo funny!
Thanks for the laugh!!
I learned a long time ago to make the guys write down part numbers, if possible let me take the broken/worn part with me and explain exactly what I’m supposed to bring home. Still doesn’t always prevent embarassing situations or get me the right part but it helps.
You are too funny! I love your honesty!
Before we got our goats — and I think I actually posted this to Facebook — we went to the local Tractor Supply and asked for udder wash. The man then asked me if it was for personal use while looking intently at my chest. He then blushed and looked horrified. It was one of those… was that out loud??? moments. Too funny!!!
Blessings to you!
Lacy
You made me laugh this morning – loved it and love you too!!!!
So funny… Next time you go there, let me know. We live right there…. or down the road a piece. But 2 turns and 8 miles later you will be at our house.
Ha! I think I would have done the same thing! Yes, I always feel just a bit dumber every time I have to go get parts because half the time I can’t remember what the heck I’m supposed to be asking for. I usually make my hubby repeat it multiple times in as much detail as possible, so I can write it down. The best is when he can just call ahead and I just have to show up, tell them whose wife I am and voila, they give me a part!
That’s funny! I would have done the same thing! Then I would have checked out the “knowing” look on Richard’s face. Orneryness!!!
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