Joe's garage door wasn't working properly. He even pulled his car right up to the door & still nothing.
Joe:
So, i'm thinkin' the easiest fix would be a "battry." I looked in my drawer for a 9 volt "battry" since I usually keep spares of each kind. But, I ain't got one, so I'm looking in all my gadgets I got: cordless phone, answering machine, nothing takes a 9 volt battry. I looked in your room thinkin there might be one in grandpa's old stuff. Here I see a smoke detector box that's never been opened, probably 50 years old. On the box it says, "comes with brackets, screws" and sure as sh#t, a 9 volt battery.
I put that in and the son of a b#tch worked right away. I tell ya, I am a technology kind of guy.
I pulled up from work yesterday & pushed the opener button at the end of the street & the g#ddamn garage door about flew off the tracks. My porch lights flicked on & off. Sh#t man, I know some sh#t.
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The unique Joe. A picture of him & his clock that was as loud as a train & runs backwards.
Joe
The unique Joe. A picture of him & his clock that was as loud as a train & runs backwards.
My dad, Joe
I love my dad to pieces. I think he's hilarious. I write down things he says. I haven't told him I write this because I don't want to taint the results.
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