E pulled into the hayfield I was mowing in a couple of evenings ago and stopped me.
E. "You probably wanna stop mowing."
Me. "Why's that?"
E. "Balers broke again"
Me. "What happened this time?"
E. "Computer went wacky and was throwing error codes"
Me. "What'd the screen say?" *like I could do anything about it*
E. "WHOA MOTHER*****R!!!"
Me. "I'm going home..."
E. "Me too"
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I hate when that happens...
I would hate to hear what a GPS would tell me.
Who knew the computer on a baler could understand and execute hyperbole?
If I wrote error codes, they would all be cuss words.
Ah, for the good old days when if the baler had an I/O problem, it would just take out a sheer pin.
Yep, Scope, those were the good old days. :)
"Whoa Mother*****r!!!"
ROFLMAO!
If I had one, it would probably give some dramatic hiccups and just stop...just like all other mechanical things I touch. Probably my magnetic personality.
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