I have more than a dozen screwdrivers — despite the fact I can never find one when I need one. In which case, of course, I go and buy one. Which may explain why I have 4 staple guns.
Just counted. Fifteen of the 20 screwdrivers are flatheads. What does that mean?
My propensity for acquiring — and misplacing — a surfeit of screwdrivers is genetic. My father frequently ranted around the house, in a tirade over missing screwdrivers obviously lifted by one of his miscreant kids.
Not a one of us would have touched his screwdrivers, but we jumped with alacrity to help find them. So did my mother. Until the day she’d had it. She found the screwdrivers, 17 of them. She didn’t gather them, though. She listed their locations on a sheet of paper and taped the paper to the propeller of the airplane he was rebuilding in the garage. (Another story entirely.) After that, the frequency of his rants diminished.
I was actually looking for a wire cutter when I came across the screwdrivers. There was no wire cutter in the toolbox.
I have at least two other tool repositories around here someplace. I suspect there may be other screwdrivers.
And, oh yeah, the screwdriver count does not include my electric drill (or do I have two?), which comes with a complete set of screwdriver inserts. I guess you could say I have the capacity to be thoroughly screwed.
Three hammers, so far. Do not even ask about the variety of nails, bolts and screws stashed in a small-ish box. Or the tools I left behind in Santa Barbara.
Found the wire cutter. And four more screwdrivers — three Phillip heads and one flat.
Wire cutter may actually be a pair of pliers. In any case, it doesn’t cut wire. Heading for the hardware store.
What’s in your toolbox?
The Resale Evangelista is simplifying, clarifying and trying to live a more artful life. There could possibly be a culling of her quiver of screwdrivers in the near future.
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