They were moving to a condominium and ended up leaving all kinds of stuff for us.
Including, a kick-butt snow blower. Look at this baby! 5 HP!
And I need it too! Look at this driveway!
Shovelling that could take me like 20 minutes!
And, honestly , I have not the slightest idea where I am supposed to aim any snow that I blow.
This box just made me feel inadequate, as a man. If my life depended on it, I would have no idea where on a car this piece is supposed to go.
"See these? You put your weed in here...."
By the way, one of the stray cats (Brian Setzer!) born behind my shed is now living somewhere in my house. We never see her/him, but he/she is currently meowing her head off.