Once upon a time, I went to Fleet Farm.

At Fleet Farm, they sell PVC pipe.

They sell
a lot of PVC pipe. By the ten foot pole. I needed five of them. My car is a boat, true, but how in the name of god's green earth was I going to get
fifty feet of PVC pipe into my definitely not fifty feet long sedan?

With this awesome PVC cutter in the parking lot.

It's hard to juggle a cart, a cutter, and fifty feet of PVC pipe in a parking lot in November.

Success!
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