May the Fourth Be With You

Working on my truck has never been fun for me. What should take 20 minutes to do ended up being over an hour, and that was to change the battery.

With me was my little partner, my six-gallon wet/dry shop vac. It was having problems; unplugging from the wall and plugging up its hose, so we had to have a little sit-down.

“You know acting like this won’t get you in the movies,” I said.

I could see his frustration as I stretched out his hose.

“What do you think he’d say if he saw you being this way?” I asked.

Again a heave came from his hose.

“No, he would be serious until some comedic relief was needed,” I explained.

Another whisper of air found its way from his hose as I removed what was clogging his throat.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Think like a hero, like R2-D2, so we can get this job done, okay?”

Finally, with a belch, his hose cleared, and we returned to changing the battery.

Wrapping up his cord, placing his hose in its carrier, and rolling him to where I keep him, I smiled, “May the fourth be with.”

The little guy became so excited that he sprayed liquid from his wet/dry canister across the garage floor. You will never see a happier shop vac than mine.