About a year and a half ago myself and a mate were given permission, by our respective 'parole boards', to pop down to the big smoke and visit a few toy shops. So we made a day of it, hitting ARB, Rose'n'Crown, OL,
Junction Tavern, Bunnings, Bull'n'Whistle, TJM, Woodbridge Hotel,
Ranger Camping etc..etc.
Picked up a few things for the 4by, a couple of bits for the workshop and a brand spanking new concrete mixer. About a week later my mate asked if he could borrow the mixer for a small job he had and would return it in a few days. "OK" I said.
Yesterday I was at a property across town quoting a job and noticed an old delapidated mixer sitting under a tree next door. Both wheels flat, bashed up bowl, bent draw bar, damaged power cable etc, but it looked familiar.
As you have probably guessed by now where this is going, to cut a long story short, it turned out to be my mixer and that it had done the rounds about town but' to top it off, the bloke who had it told me it had done its job, was fairly knackered, if I wanted it I could take it. If not, he would dump it. [ I still hadn't let on it was
mine].
This morning I rang my mate and told him I needed my mixer for a job over the weekend, could I pop over and pick it up.
After a moment or two silence he told me "NO !!! NO !!! er!..um!..er!..um!...I'll drop it in tomorrow morning.
I dont know who is the bigger barstard, him ? for lending it out to half the town, or me ? for enjoying the look on his face when and if he finds it. hehehe.....
Nor a lender be..........Lionel.