Last Friday after Thanksgiving, my wife and our 4 year old headed out to a tree farm in Central Indiana. I’m not saying their name because I don’t want to be BANNED from future visits! Anyway, because of the pandemic and since it’s been such a trying year, we thought this year we’d go BIG! So we pick out this beautiful 10 foot Christmas tree. I mean this thing is FULL and HEAVY! Now the Christmas tree farm we went to has carts that you can use to bring the tree up to the register, but after that, you’re on your own to get it to your car. And of course we were parked 100 yards away. So I ask my wife Jenni, “Do you think you can pick up the top (the lighter part of the tree)”. She tries and I can see she can’t. Because she’s so stubborn, she insists we try. After 5 steps of me holding the trunk and my 4 year old’s hand while Jenni strains to keep a grip on this monstrous tree, I say, “Stop!”. This was stupid. I just paid a ridiculous amount of money for a Christmas tree that will be worthless in 30 days, someone’s gonna help us! I then see a staff member walking my way so I think up a believable ‘white lie’ and say, “Excuse me, my wife recently had surgery and can’t lift anything heavy with her right arm. Would someone please be able to help us get our tree to our truck?”. The staff member immediately said, “Oh honey, of course!”. She then flagged down one of their industrial golf carts and I could hear her instruct the driver, “this gal had surgery on her poor arm, take them and their tree to the truck”. So while everyone else was dragging or struggling to get their tree to their vehicle, we were all seated comfortably in this golf cart with our tree strapped to the back. My wife leaned over to me and whispered, “you know you’re going to hell, right?”. I smiled and said, “you’re welcome”.
Look how big this beast is!
