Queensland Men
I say again and again: ‘The gods laugh at the best laid plans of mice and men’!
A case and point is what happened today. We have been having a chilled holiday at Tin Can Bay. Temperature is a steady 26C. The last 2 days we were going to exercise and explore. Haha; no chance of that. I was having troubles with the door of the caravan. Some of the Bakelite handles have been crumbling and needed replacement. In steps ‘Mr Fixit’ namely myself. After 1.5 Days of frustrating endeavour I have to admit I am beat; done, knocked out and exhausted! I admit that I need to cop it on the chin and get ‘The man’ who knows how to fix it. In the mean time I feel very simple.
I get in touch with the local caravan shop and deliver the caravan for a repair job for the door lock. For the last 2 days I have been sleeping with a door that does not close. So, by 4:00am in the morning, I shiver my way to the heater and switch that on. I also use the electric blanket; unheard of in Qld.
An hour later this guy phones to tell me that the door is fixed. I ask him what the problem was and this guy tells me that I put the door lock/handle together wrong. His advice was ‘don’t fix it yourself but get someone who knows what they are doing’. Well that makes me feel stupid once again. When I get there he tells me that I should have come to him in the first place; would have saved myself some money.
Anyway, I asked him if he could turn the caravan around in his driveway so that I could tow the van out. He answers ‘why don’t you just hitch it up and reverse it out. To my embarrassment my wife chirps in about Queensland men being real men; very funny. The day just got worse and worse.
I park my ute in front of the caravan to hitch up the caravan. So this Queenslander just picks up the caravan hitch;;; with one hand and plonks it onto my tow-ball and connects it all up Then he jumps into my ute and reverses the whole rig out of his yard in 10 seconds. My wife continues to talk about Queensland men and that Victorians are pussies. I shake his hand and thank him and he has this superior smirk on his face.
The only saving grace is that I will be sleeping in a warm caravan tonight. (J)