One day my friend told me not to grab any tools on the way to a junkyard, as they had everything we would need already loaded.
Later on, they didn’t want me using said tools because they were new and might get scratched or the ratchet gears damaged. Kinda wanted to punch him in his idiot mouth.
I treat my tools well and even baby the fancy ones a bit. But god damn, they’re fking tools, they’re meant to be used and eventually everything breaks.
A friend’s somewhat classic car has a tire change kit and we get a flat tire, they don’t want to have the change kit show any wear, so we end up waiting hours for roadside assistance to come change a tire… not with the included tire though.
One day my friend told me not to grab any tools on the way to a junkyard, as they had everything we would need already loaded.
Later on, they didn’t want me using said tools because they were new and might get scratched or the ratchet gears damaged. Kinda wanted to punch him in his idiot mouth.
Mate, I’d punch him too.
I treat my tools well and even baby the fancy ones a bit. But god damn, they’re fking tools, they’re meant to be used and eventually everything breaks.
A friend’s somewhat classic car has a tire change kit and we get a flat tire, they don’t want to have the change kit show any wear, so we end up waiting hours for roadside assistance to come change a tire… not with the included tire though.
Punch 'em.
Not good tools! I have tools that were my great grandfather’s, and they still work perfectly.
Imagine being surrounded by those people. That’s what living in Midwest suburbs is like.