I have garden nozzle envy and I can’t make it stop
My neighbor invited me to check her drawers. For a male part.
Actually, she has just one drawer. Labeled “hose parts.” Where she claims, and I quote, “numerous male and female parts are happily having a menage a huit ou neuf — you might even say an orgy.”
I don’t speak French, so that basically meant to me, “blah blah blah blah ORGY.” And I’m invited.
In case you missed my previous plumbing panic, I have all female parts, and I misplaced my male part.
This is really embarrassing to admit, but without a male part I can’t couple my dirty garden hose to my hose blaster.
Now, not only is my neighbor willing to come to the rescue with a male part, she’s also willing to take care of my large smelly boys. She’s offered to take care of their smell and goo-making attributes. All I have to do is send them to the end of the driveway and she will HOSE THEM OFF. Apparently she has a blast-across-the-street-hose-off-the-neighbor’s-child setting on her garden nozzle.
I know. She sounds so charitable. But I know she’s really just looking for an opportunity to flash her garden nozzle at me.
I’m not proud to admit this, but I have garden nozzle envy. I had no idea I could be so envious of something at the end of a hose. I’ve had a bad case of it ever since my neighbor told me in a rather lofty voice, “I have a new garden nozzle.”
I was speechless at first. But before I knew it, I blurted out, “I want a new garden nozzle!”
Soon after that it was a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, and I wanted to play outside, but instead I had to go to a large one-stop shopping store. I was really mad about having to be there. It was crowded and noisy. It’s possible I had forgotten to eat lunch, because I was in a low-sugar stupor.
Maybe I just couldn’t help myself, but somehow, in my daze, I drifted into the garden-nozzle aisle. I looked up and I was in awe. There, in full display, was a wide array of nozzles in bright, shiny Las Vegas colors. They were purple and red. They had flower patterns. They had settings called things like mist and jet. They had beautiful long handles. I felt like I had stumbled into a red light district. All I could do was gawk. I looked around to make sure no one was watching.
The nozzles were so flashy and brazen that I was too embarrassed to buy one, so I did the next best thing. I called my mom.
She came to visit and brought me a new nozzle. It has rhinestones.
She made it with love and a glue gun. I immediately flashed it to the neighbors. When I told my mom she misheard me and thought that I flashed the neighbors, but she got that wrong.
My neighbor said she likes her shiny garden nozzle (read blatant hussy) because she can (wait for it) find it in her yard. Herewith, tips for finding shy, unassuming garden nozzles:
1. Locate faucet.
2. Locate hose attached to faucet.
3. Follow hose until …
4. … you find the nozzle.
(Feel free to adapt these tips as needed.)
Turns out my neighbor has two garden nozzles. One in front and one in back.
I wanted one in front and one in back, too. So I got up the courage and went back to the red light district. I shyly checked out a bright red one with a long handle. I even touched it. But I settled on a sweet little blue number – a 7-pattern turret nozzle. It was 10 percent off. My receipt says I got a “noz/hose end.” It has a metallic sheen, and I’m just a little embarrassed to gaze at it too long. But it feels great. It has an ergonomic grip and a trigger lock.
I’m very happy with my new garden nozzles. They look beautiful. They spray like nobody’s business.
But I got some new information. My neighbor said that while I was out of town another neighbor got a new garden nozzle. A very nice one. With 10 speeds.
I haven’t checked it out yet for myself. Partly because I’m still reeling from some other news my neighbor shared. In addition to having a drawer entirely dedicated to hose parts, she has something else, too. She has a king-size auger.
– Laura Grimes
June 7th, 2009 at 9:19 am
Amazing! A drawer devoted to hose parts. Is this a great country or what? I have a drawer with hose parts, but the hose parts (male and female) have to share with batteries (dead and alive), twine, rubber bands, a plumb bob, an assortment of screwdrivers (flat head and Phillips), an AC adapter (electronic device lost), a dead cell phone, a belt for a vacuum cleaner, a can of WD40, a bottle of Goo-Gone (if you need some, let me know), a clutch of keys, a padlock (key missing), a rat-tail file, several electrical adaptors (male and female), rolls of tape (packing, electrical and masking), a box of staples (stapler lost), an Altoid tin with tacks and brads, a mess of matchbooks, a bottle opener that plays the Cal fight song, and a ball peen hammer with a handle that unscrews to reveal more screwdrivers. Now that we live in an apartment, what I don’t have is a hose. Even then, I understand the appeal of the nozzle display at a garden store. I think you deserve more than two.
June 7th, 2009 at 10:03 am
A bottle opener that plays the Cal fight song AND and a ball peen hammer? MTC, I was so bummed when I left my job, but I had one bright spot. More blogsex with you. Thank you for not disappointing me!
And for the rest of you, the latest post by MTC — a prolific, insightful, intelligent and hilarious blogger with a day job no less — is hysterically funny. For the cause, I recommend donating a kidney. Or two. Or you could just comment. Find it at http://cultureshockpdx.blogspot.com/2009/06/bloggers-lament.html
June 7th, 2009 at 5:51 pm
B.O.L.! (Blushing Out Loud!)
June 8th, 2009 at 11:54 am
OK, you’ve got to take this on the road!
June 8th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
You totally crack me up! Thank you. I’ll never again be able to water without a sly smile on my face.