And now your looking for a doctor to remove it from your ear.
Ha. This was the phase of “trying to leave” where everyone is going back in the house to get things we almost forgot. I waited for my wife to step away and whispered in my daughter’s ear….”Watch this.” Went in the garage and got the carb and brought it back to the van.
She stepped right in my trap. Mid-freak-out we informed her it was a joke.
I didn’t have a rebuild kit, anyway. Otherwise I might have been half serious.
