So what you’re saying is, I go to work and do my Actual Real Job, and when I get off all the heavy lifting will be done? That’s novel.
Before it looked something like this:
Now at least there’s not a bigass hole in the ground that I could fall into and injure myself.
I would like to point out that while I am the resident walking disaster, two people have fallen into that hole so far and neither of them were me.
I told MysteryMan to get out his dancing shoes, because apparently we are the proud owners of a remarkably large dance floor for the time being.
I actually did make him dance on it then. He loves dancing with me in full view of the busy road. On a raised 5 foot platform.
It was short lived because I realized if I pushed him too far, there was a very convenient hole he could deposit me in, never to be seen again…
I’m fairly impressed for 3 guys in 8 hours. We’ll see how they hold up in the next week before I give them my stamp of approval.