So, my father calls me out to the backyard to help him tip the four-wheeler over so he can fix it.
That's already exciting enough, right?
When I get out there, we tip it, but it starts to leak gas out a little pipe on the bottom. So, Dad freaks out at me to go get the gas can because "It will kill the grass!" After I retrieve the gas can and hold it under to stop the leaking, Dad walks away and goes inside and shouts behind him "Just make sure the ATV doesn't tip over and squash you!"
Yes, I'll just do that, holding a 30lb gas can half as tall as I am, crouched over like a hermit. It it falls, I'll be sure to catch it, because I wouldn't want it to squash me. Thank you Dad.
