Site guy lays down up to 18” of stone for a 40’ x 24’ pole barn being built on my property. The builder shows up next morning with 2 clam-shell type post hole diggers and a couple of helpers that are the nicest guys in the world but need to spend a few more hours lifting weights at the gym. I guess he figured it was cheaper for him to pay these guys $8 an hour to dig the post holes than to rent something that could do the job in a fraction of the time.
I look out my bedroom window as I am getting dressed for work and see these guys going at the stone pad with their diggers and coming up with about as much material as could fit in a teacup. Once through the stone and into the dirt, they were grabbing even less. Just then my gal (who has been designated unofficial “project manager”) comes into the house to tell me that the builder mentioned that he has an old PTO driven PHD that has been sitting in his barn, not used for years (hint, hint). Of course she being much more generous than I, offered to allow him to use my brand new tractor, which sat 20 yards away from the site with the PTO spline having yet to see the light of day under its protective cover. Grrrrr.
The helpers must have jumped for joy as the builder jumped in his truck and headed off to his barn to retrieve his old PHD. I had to leave for work with the knowledge that another man was about to mount my tractor and ride her all day long. By the end of the day, 14 or so holes were dug and all poles were set in cement. The builder knowing that we have yards of fence posts to set, told us that we could keep the PHD for as long as we need it. The helper who ran the tractor for 4 hours said the Farmtrac “sure is nice, did everything we asked of it.”
You would think that I would be a happy guy. Somehow I ain't.