Greg went to Wilcons Home Depot to buy some scrap wood and a few other things we needed for around the house. He was ill about having to pay for scrap wood, knowing how much we had put on the curb for the garbage men before we left Greenville.
He found that the store didn't sell scraps but they would cut a piece for him-a good thing since his saw went to storage. He was told that he had to pay for the wood before they would cut it. So he takes his stick of wood to the cash register and pays for it. Then the guy who is helping him gets out his manual (aka old fashioned) saw and cuts the wood right there at the register. We got a good laugh out of this.
Several days later, something happened to me that reminded me of Greg's sawing experience at the store-Scott's bicycle was damaged in the ocean container and we were trying to decide whether to repair or replace it. We asked our driver if he knew of a bicycle shop and he took it and got an estimate for us. We still had a couple of questions and I tried to ask them over the phone but we weren't communicating very well. So after Ashley's field trip to the fire station, I got the driver to take us to the bike shop.
I had really just intended to ask my questions and leave the bike to be worked on but no-that didn't happen. Our driver was literally parked on the side of the road-taking up a lane-and the "service dept" of this bike shop was 3 guys sittin on the sidewalk in front of the store. The front fork (the metal bars that go on either side of the front tire) was pretty badly bent. When the main guy finished the bike he was working on, he started taking Scott's apart which Ashley was rather confused about. He took the tire off the rim and made some adjustments to it and then laid the fork on the ground, put a block of wood on top of it and started beating it back into the correct shape. It was comical to watch.
While we were standing there watching all this-Ashley was occupying herself mostly with looking at bicycles for sale, counting jeepneys-going by really close on the road, and jumping around. Another customer drove up needing something tightened on his bike. He was carrying a bundle of some kind of long grass looking stuff, but that wasn't as unusual as the fact that there was a board on top of the top rail of the bike-the one your legs straddle when you ride. On that board was where his dog rode! I've never seen a dog ride a bike before-quite humorous!
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