So today my mother tasked me with hosing off the patio chairs.
They are plastic and like to get dirty when it rains, so I have to hose them off.
At first there were no hoses. My plan was to just plug the pressure washer into the tap and run an extension cord from the outlet. Then use the pressure washer to clean the chairs. My father said that no, it would be a better idea to get the hose out of the garage. Fine, whatever. As I venture to the garage there is a mess of hose sitting on it's little pole where the hoses go. I just grab the topmost hose, since they are different shades of green. It it somehow tied to all of the other hoses.
My father meanders into the garage, he tells me to just grab the one hose. I am trying to. Well open the large garage door and sort them out there.
I am not going to have any more of this hose bullshit, so I just grab all the damned hoses and haul them all out onto the lawn. My plan is simply to plug one female hose end into the tap and then use where ever the water comes out to clean the chairs. Well why would I do that? I'd have to untangle the hoses anyway. I wasn't planning on that, I was just going to put them back how I found them. Apparently I didn't find them tangled and all in a pile.
How the hell would he know? He was not there when I first grabbed the hoses. They were all tangled. Even if he had been the one to put them there, that would mean that he last observed them when he put them away - in winter. Even though the chances aren't too great, some sort of hose tangling hoodlum could have broken in and tangled them.
Mom rushed in and diffused the situation.
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