.......I hate when that happens

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or when your climbers complain about the bark being slippery while limbwalking in the afternoon thunderstorms

If the climber is too scared, just get up there yourself and do it..... You can put your bags of mulch under the tree in case you slip and fall.
 
three things;

1. treein is a hoax

2. driving 45mins to do a quote and finding out that the 'huge' mango out the front was 3m tall and you didnt bring your saw to at least make the trip worthwhile.

3. trying to explain to customers/walkersby, that you do indeed know how to do your job and that you do understand tree-mechanics/biology and that that fig tree at the front of the school is NOT 300 years old. that really rubs me the wrong way; 'anyone can prune/remove', 'i've done my time in the tree-lopping game', 'nah see you want to do it like this' and my all time favourite, 'what are you wasting your time for, i'd prune him off at groundlevel'.

just my two cents.
 
or when your climbers complain about the bark being slippery while limbwalking in the afternoon thunderstorms

But that adrenalin rush is such a great feeling,just a lil slip 30 ft out on a nice arching lateral with your rope at a 45

Tree"innovator" give it a try sometime
 
just happened yesterday

when your wife takes your diesel truck, and calls saying it quit in the middle of the road.
Me " Did you stop and fuel up?"
She " Yes, just like you told me."
Me " Regular or Super !? "
She " Regular, silly, it's getting expensive You Know. "
Me " Yup,..... it sure is..."
:cry:
.... I hate when that happens.
 
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just happened yesterday

when your wife takes your diesel truck, and calls saying it quit in the middle of the road.
Me " Did you stop and fuel up?"
She " Yes, just like you told me."
Me " Regular or Super !? "
She " Regular, silly, it's getting expensive You Know. "
Me " Yup,..... it sure is..."
:cry:
.... I hate when that happens.

oh oh:bang:
 
when the pump nozzle gets stuck in the side of the truck.

And you're at the only diesel pump at the station.

And your wife took your toolkit out of the truck (it sits on the pax floor) because she wanted the extra room.

And the station attendant doesn't have a screwdriver.

So you use the only tool you have - your Spyderco pocket knife to wedge the stupid coil they put around the freakin' nozzle out from the gas cap threads.

And you break the tip off the knife. Which is now in the gas tank.

so you go into the station to wash all the diesel off your hands and she yells at you because you're rude and inconsiderate with all these other people waiting to get diesel.

But you eat your ice cream sandwich with smug satisfaction....
 
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Having ta smile sweetly because my daughter decided to let me sleep in and surprise me with a belated b-day cake, oh let the joy begin! The biggest surprise is that it only took me an hour to clean up (chocolate powder icky bleh) after I made her clean up. aw shucks. The cake? It was, um, lets say, memorable (my teeth will remember, my tastebuds are in shock, it never made to da guts, but I grinned away in a very chocolaty-gooey way and thanked her for her kind consideration lol). My stomach really hates it when this happens!

:cheers:
 
When you get up at 3 am to go turkey hunting groggily
stumble to the bathroom to brush teeth and find out the horrible
tasting toothpaste is preparation h man I hate when that happens.


When a very sexy young lady is giving you a definate look and your
head starts swelling only to find out there is a tall man right behind
you man I hate when that happens even if your married it nice to
feel wanted lol.
 
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When the hot girl comes out with a glass of ice water(This was today), You ask her name and she immediatley follows with a comment about her husband.
----She was in a bikini top, I mean come on dammit.:chainsaw:

Dude, if she shows up w/ ice water wearing a bikini top and mentions her husband... she's not telling you to leave her alone, she's telling you to be discrete. If she shows up with a shirt over the bikini top, mentions her husband and gives you a $25 tip... then she's telling you to eat your heart out. :p
 
just happened yesterday

when your wife takes your diesel truck, and calls saying it quit in the middle of the road.
Me " Did you stop and fuel up?"
She " Yes, just like you told me."
Me " Regular or Super !? "
She " Regular, silly, it's getting expensive You Know. "
Me " Yup,..... it sure is..."
:cry:
.... I hate when that happens.

I did that once when I was 17. I'd never driven a diesel truck before and didn't even occur to me that I pulled up to the wrong pump. The attendant merrily pumped 45 gallons into the tank and when I was checking the cap I noticed the little sticker saying "Diesel only"... back then their solution was to siphon all the fuel into a ditch. :bang:
 
Well, mine was a little more work ,draining and bleeding everything from the fuel injectors back,.... but the make up sex was Great!:biggrinbounce2:
......I like when that Happens!

LOLOL! We like it when that happens too, but the shoe on da other foot, man, it can be hurtful when you're trying real hard to be the best ya can be and get, and get 'meh.' *sigh* Single over a year now and fighting all urges of entanglement, thank god for decent friends or I'd be in trouble again I am sure. :blob2:

:cheers:
 
Having ta smile sweetly because my daughter decided to let me sleep in and surprise me with a belated b-day cake, oh let the joy begin! The biggest surprise is that it only took me an hour to clean up (chocolate powder icky bleh) after I made her clean up. aw shucks. The cake? It was, um, lets say, memorable (my teeth will remember, my tastebuds are in shock, it never made to da guts, but I grinned away in a very chocolaty-gooey way and thanked her for her kind consideration lol). My stomach really hates it when this happens!

:cheers:
What?.........How sweet of her :laugh: How old is she Serge? I wish dat I had a little daughter to make me a cake.......but......I only have 6 indoor long haired cats over here and they would only get fur in da cake if they could cook :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: Be thankful that ya have her :bowdown:
 
What?.........How sweet of her :laugh: How old is she Serge? I wish dat I had a little daughter to make me a cake.......but......I only have 6 indoor long haired cats over here and they would only get fur in da cake if they could cook :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: Be thankful that ya have her :bowdown:
:D She is 8, and the light of my life for sure.
The reason yer cats don't cook fer ya is the same reason they don't hitch-hike, they have little teeny thumbs hidden by fur (which makes it really hard for dem ta grab da cookie trays :) ) Don't they bring ya mice an' snakes? Bad lazy kitties!

:cheers:
 
:D She is 8, and the light of my life for sure.
The reason yer cats don't cook fer ya is the same reason they don't hitch-hike, they have little teeny thumbs hidden by fur (which makes it really hard for dem ta grab da cookie trays :) ) Don't they bring ya mice an' snakes? Bad lazy kitties!

:cheers:
Like I said before........indoor cats.........I hope dat dey don't bring me a snake :bang: Gah! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
 
When I'm up a tree an wondering why my legs itch really bad and there is no poison ivy around... so upon pondering the conundrum realize that when I had my trousers out drying on the line (inside out) my husband was upwind grinding fibreglass...
:blob2: :chainsawguy: :heart:
 
I hate it when the log truck driver leaves 3 uglies on the front lawn cause he had a half load going in, and I don’t find out about it until 2 weeks latter when the (now irate) homeowner starts calling. All this after I paid the guy who arranged trucking.

Or when you ask for a stump guy to bid some stumps and he shows up an subsequently proceeds to grinderate all of the stumps.

Or when you agree to do a job for a buddy and it turns out to be an underbid whore for an old woman who you can’t make happy, thanks buddy.

Or when you call the logger to tell him your taking his guy to the hospital with a cut hand and the logger says WTF are you drivin way over there for! Drop him off at the dentist office down the street and get back in that MF tree.

Or when the log truck driver decides it easier to use the neighbors driveway to load and turns their smooth black asphalt into 5 minus aggregate.

And especially when all the trees were filled with cement 30 years ago.

But the thing that really tops all for me is when I come around the corner headed for home after a long, hot, miserable, day and pull into the beer store only to find it closed. I really hate it when that happens.
 
I hate it when you're 50' up that tree and realize that awesome pain in your face and neck are all those fired up baldface hornets that aren't happy you invaded their domain and are expressing their displeasure of your presence.
 

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