At John Deere, they have the sack ready and it's all good, until I ask for the back ordered part. Joe (I believe Pete doesn't work evenings) goes in the back, then comes back and asks if I really want the something-or-other (he uses the real name, which I don't remember) because it's nearly 8 feet long (my husband says I heard him wrong) and heavy. I later discover it's something my husband ordered for the combine header to replace after harvest. "Well, no, that won't fit in my vehicle. There should be something the guys ordered Saturday."
This, but silver with less "pins" and a hole in each side. |
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