It's hotter then hades this weekend. I don't have A/C, therefore I have a plethera of fans. My favorite box fan bit the dust yesterday, it actually sparked, smoked and then stunk up the house.
This is how I ended up at Lowe's. Mind you, Wal-Mart is in the same parking lot but it's always SO jammed I avoid the place at all costs. The kids and I stand in the fan aisle looking like... Well, like a bunch of girls in a guy store. I find a pretty fan. Mistake #1. Who cares what it looks like as long as it blows air, ya know? Gack.
The fan weighs 110lbs and on the box it says "some assembly required". I don't own a screwdriver, I use butter knives. Mistake #2.
Maddie and I lug the fan to the car. The trunk won't close, so we drive home with it open. We then drag the box up the stairs into the house. Already, I hate the pretty fan.
I open the box. I turn it upside down and dump all of the pieces out. Screws the size of ants, no joke.
The directions are only 4 pages long, no biggie! So I thought... It took me 2 hours to assemble the blasted fan. I actually cried out of frustration! I have a bruise the size of a golfball on my thigh. My hands are tore the *F* up. My butterknife is bent at an odd angle now and guess what? THE FAN DOESN'T FREAKIN' WORK!
So... I am not going to dissasemble the pretty fan, take it back to Lowe's to get my $100 back and go to Wal-Mart.
May the force be with me.
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