Ready Start my Ass....

You know what just chaps my hide.  It is when you go to do something and your equipment is not working properly.  So I was out mowing the lawn, should have had a tractor for how long it was, thanks to the recent rain, and the mower kept starting and stopping.  The last time I rolled it on its side and cleaned out the bottom.  Then it wouldn't start, at all.  So I tried again.  Nothing.  So I rolled it out on the front lawn and sat there toe to fender with it, looking at it, wondering what it might need.  I got nothing.  So I kicked it.  Still nothing.  So I cried.  Then I called Reed and he asked if it had gas.  So then I got mad and told him "Yes I have the catchers gear" (see last post on men and boys making me feel like an idiot), then he said something about an air cleaner.  I hung up, cursed, and cried.  So then I looked at my ready start mower and decided to take it apart.  So I got a screw driver, a philips.  Started wishing I had taken a class on small engine repair.  Took part of it apart and it looked good, I guess.  Found where the air cleaner was, it needed a flat head screwdriver.  What kind of mantard makes a machine that requires a philips, a flathead, and a wrench?  Morons.  Anyway it was clean and dry.  Then I put it back together and guess what?  It starts.  I mow about six feet, it sputters, spews out smoke and dies.  I curse.  Too mad to cry this time.  I hate the mower.  My yard is 1/3 mowed.  It looks ridiculous.  I hope someone steals it while I'm gone.