How do you like that title?
I wish that I had started this blog anonymously so I could tell you about some of the characters I know. Because I know some. But I don’t want to hurt their feelings so I have to write about people and things I know nothing about. Which means I’m a fount of information. A fount.
Anyway, the other day my mom was telling me she saw an episode of Pawn Stars where a guy brought in an ejection seat to pawn – a loaded ejection seat.
I have 2 questions about this:
1. Do you think he’d let me go garage saling with him? I never find anything that good!
2. How did he manage to keep a loaded ejection seat in his house for 5 years without anyone pulling the cord? Is he a hermit with no natural curiosity?
I can pretty much guarantee that if I were lucky enough to find an ejection seat at a garage sale, it would last less than 3 minutes before this spectacle was seen in my back yard.
(That would be my husband in the seat. What you can’t see in this picture would be his buddies standing in the yard drinking beer and wondering how I got him to put a helmet on.)
Seriously. Who has an ejection seat for 5 years and never pulls the cord?
Case in point, for Christmas my dad got each of us one of these:
Ours look slightly different – but they are the same thing. Inside the tube is a spring loaded hammer that will break tempered auto glass so you won’t be stuck in your vehicle if you crash or drive into a lake or something similarly uncoordinated. Do you know how long my husband owned his before he tested it out on his thumb?
About as long as it took to open the package.
And, that, is why I could never have my own loaded ejection seat.
Just a reminder to check out my Etsy shop. 75% of my proceeds in 2011 will go to my church’s mission trip to Haiti. http://marybt.etsy.com.