I've added a new tool to my overflowing mess of a toolbox, a piece of shit plastic mitre box and equally crappy saw. The quality of my tools varies drastically based on its origin. Everything that I have purchased from a hardware store while living in an apartment is awful. I buy it to get a job done, and then hopefully not take up too much space in the closet before the next project. The good tools are either gifts, or I've picked them up at yard sales.
— What's this honey? asks the yuppie wife.
— Must have been one of your dad's tools, says the yuppie husband.
— Think we could get a dollar for it?
— Might as well try.
It's conversations like those that yield the really good tools. You know, the ones made of metal and wood rather than plastic and rubber-like-substances.
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