My wife and I got into an argument over a tree branch that had been hanging over the fence line and into our neighbors backyard. She wanted it removed; I said it wasn’t hurting a thing.
Finally, after feeling sufficiently nagged half-to-death about it, I grabbed up my pruning saw and suspension ladder, and stomping my way out to the base of the tree, setting everything up. Did I mention that I was pissed-off at this time?
No? Well, I was.
Climbing up the ladder, I proceed to saw away at the 20-inch thick branch. My wife comes out the back door in the meantime, to look, she says.
I think it’s more to gloat.
“Hun,” she starts, “You really should…”
I interrupt her, “Leave me alone, I’m already doing what you want. Isn’t that enough?”
“Thank you for doing this,” she starts, “but I think…”
“Never mind what you think,” I blurted out.
Jus’ then the branch I was working on cracks, crunches and falls away. With it came the ladder and me.
In my anger, I had hung the ladder on the branch, then proceeded to cut the branch out from under myself. So yes, stupid should hurt.
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