Not the most productive day. The fun of installing insulation is starting to wear off, and it’s really starting to feel like work. Toxic fume-assaulting, lung cancer-inducing, neck-straining work.
But the work seems to be paying off. The temperature was a lot cooler in the van today than it was prior to the insulation. In addition, it seems that the sound deadening on the ceiling is holding up, even with the added weight of the insulation. This is definitely a good thing.
I cut work on the van short today in pursuit of a used propane tank that I found on Craigslist. At $250 for a “new, purchased a year ago” 40 in. x 7 in. horizontal tank, it seemed almost too good to be true. And of course, it was.
New meant used. Purchased a year ago meant purchased ten years ago. 7 inches in diameter meant 14 inches in diameter. Really, I would have let the first two slide. But a 14-in. tank will most certainly not fit underneath the van. The guy didn’t know the difference between radius and diameter. I would have thought that if he wasn’t sure he would have looked it up before letting someone drive 60 miles to purchase the tank.
That’s the thing―the dude wasn’t unsure. He was totally sure that he was right. He even looked up the message where he specified the dimensions, pulled out a tape measure, measured the radius in front of me and proclaimed, “See? 7 inches in diameter.”
Well, no one’s perfect. I’m most certainly not. His mistake cost me $30 in gas, but that’s the price you pay for buying things off Craigslist. Ah, Craigslist. Without you I wouldn’t have any good blag fodder.