The Quest for Drywall

As I was relaxing in the Shack today, and icing my heels due to my Severs disease, Dad suddenly requested that I accompany him on a run to Home Depot/Rona to get some drywall. Reluctantly, I went along. The trip turned out rather eventful, including some free popcorn at Rona for some reason. Loading the drywall into the van/onto the trailer was fun (but only half as much fun as unloading it!), but the real action came on the drive home when the trunk kept flying open (because we couldn't close it all the way) so Dad would have to pull over and I'd go close the door as best I could.

Dad said this could be paid time for me. I asked for five bucks per sheet of drywall. No dice!