Posted 10-13-2003 at 11:09:25
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All DAY long to pull one lousy t-post out of the ground. Well I didn't work on it steady all day, just when I was feeling particularly brave. Why did it take so long? Fred, the human pile driver of Hardee county. The man can put any mechanized post hole digger to shame. He can put in posts faster better deeper than any man I have ever known.
But why t-posts?! Their very design makes them re-usable, movable, etc. So it doesn't make any sense to bury them in the ground! We've had this conversation before, Fred and I. I think it's out of his control.
I grabbed a hold of this t-post, and no matter how I pushed and pulled it wouldn't budge.I gave up and came and sat down to think about it. Went back out there and tried again. Surely it's just me. I'm weak. Still no luck. One more sit down spell, went back with the crowbar, tried to pry it out. Chickens staring at me out of one eye while I grunted and heaved. Bad word! No movement.
So I sighed and went after the shovel cussing the whole way. I will get this post out of the ground if it kills me, it's in my way, I have to. I dug and I dug and I dug. I dug so deep that the handle of the shovel disappeared into the hole. Finally I gave a mighty tug and a mightier grunt and the post came free. I had no time to celebrate as I heard a voice coming out of the hole!
"Herro missy Cindi! How you been? You tell honorable misser Fred not to put posts so deep no more! I trip over this thing all year long in my garden!"
"Sorry wan." Panting. "Believe me I will talk to him!"
"Fine. Velly good! Now you fill up this hole befaw chicken fall true!"
Okay maybe it wasn't that deep...but it was dam deep.