In one of my previous posts, Moving Day, I mentioned the reason why the guys tolerate me. I possess Power Tools. Big Throbbing Power Tools. They particularly like them when I'm all thrusting and hammering and stuff with one at their houses. Their wives like that, too. When I'm finished Doin' the Job, you know, whatever and wherever they want, all over the house, they show their appreciation in many different ways.
Everyone I Do For is appreciative, no complaints, but Siouxie and The Daminator lavish me with attention and take me out to fancy dinners with martinis and fine wine. They even picked me up in a limo once. I must have really been amazing that time. I know I'm good, but I tend to think of myself as Highly Competent rather than Masterful. Siouxie did tell me she was very satisfied.
But, this post is really about My Big Tool. It is impressive. It's longer, thicker, and can be pounded on harder than the other guys' Tools. I can get just the right amount of torque with it, and I can probe into the deepest crevice with ease. It's very easy to clean, too.
The biggest fan of My Big Tool, though, is Sayandie. She was mightily impressed first time she saw it 20 odd years ago. I remember it well. I was going at it pretty hard, and lost my grip on it. It swung down, clattering to the floor. "You need to use two hands on that bad boy," she said with a big grin.
She asks about it to this day. Just the other night, at Jach's birthday dinner, she asked me, "How's your Big Tool, Vance?" The restaurant was rather noisy and there was a large, boisterous party of 20-somethings close by, so she had to shout pretty loud for me to hear. Several of the people at the loud table gave me the wink and a Thumbs Up. Everyone appreciates a craftsman.
Needless to say, Mashie loves it. Not so much that I can keep it in the house though.
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Now you're talkin. This is the Best Blog yet. I were a changed man when you showed me how to do the waterpump. Gasketry 101 was the prereq., as I recall. If only everyone knew that The Man with The Big Tool stole mine in a basketball death match and made a copy of it for his own use. We would'nt want that to get out.
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