I love pears.
So,
The compressor’s pressure hose burst a few days ago,
and it’s been a real hassle.
Turn it ON when you use it, OFF when you’re done.
I want to go buy one soon, but I don’t have a ride,
so I borrowed the G125 from Sakura I3 that happened to be around.
Off to Astro, the treasure trove of bargains.
On the way, some old guy comes out whistling for some reason.
As I pass, a younger guy in a red car suddenly goes BANG!
What the—?
Did I violate something? Well, never mind…
I bought hose and joints,
and since the stem with the cowl uses cap bolts, I thought it’d be a pain,
so I bought a flat ratchet, thinking it’d be easier if I had a long nut with an 8 mm width.
I bought a cheap flat ratchet,
and since brass brushes are 120 yen, I bought two of them,
and some mysterious battery set…
180 yen… I wonder if it’s okay? It’s probably not, right? But I bought it anyway.
Well, time to head back to the shop—an oil change is coming in,
and the Jag’s pad replacement should be done.
I can’t find the key… and out of my pocket comes the helicoil and BJB I bought from Togashi the other day.
I’ve washed these pants twice.
So the helicoil I put in before was in stock after all.
What in the world.
Anyway, congratulations, Shopey-san. Hehe.
