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Sunday, September 10
by
ellyjelly
on Sun 10 Sep 2006 14:53 BST
Today I got asked to prove that I was over 21. Certainly it was flattering as I am considerably older than that, but the oddest thing of all about it was that I was buying a lawnmower at the time. It wasn't even a particularly evil looking one, I mean perhaps some of those strimmers or flymos could feasibly used for a raid on an all night garage or to harass a lone walker, but I was buying one of the small hand operated varieties that you have to push over the grass - I mean I'd like to see someone pull off a bank robbery or plane hiijacking with one of those. I mentioned my bemusement to the cashier, and we ran through a few scenerios to try and find one where a hand operated rotary lawnmower might be intimidating and failed to find one (unless I swung it round my head like a Claymore). And then they pointed out that the secatures, scyth and large canister of nuke-the-bastards strength weedkiller did not contain any age check, even though we could both thing of a variety of ways of using these items for harming society. So all I can think of now is maybe lawnmowers are considered vehicles and thats why you need to be a responsible age to drive them. And now it's sitting badly parked in my shed, blocking a rake and two spades from getting out of their parking bays. Lawnmowers - weapons of destruction or dangerous vehicles - you decide...
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