In October of 1998, there was a discussion here in alt.home.repair about
"Misbehaving Tools". I submitted the following true story:
--> >I have to admit it, there have been occasions when throwing a tool as far
--> >as humanly possible has been my solution of choice.
-->Yeah, well phrased!
-->I have only regretted doing it one time. My 11 mm. open end wrench kept
-->dropping out of my hand one day, 3 or 4 years ago, so in disgust I threw it
-->against the wall by my workbench.
-->Still haven't found it.
-->Been too arrogant to buy another one, so the 11 mm. socket has had to
-->suffice, even where it wasn't the tool of choice.
-->I'd love to know where it went. Another dimension? A
-->Black Hole? A space or time warp? That place in the universe that
-->swallows one sock out of a washing machine?
Well, today at lunchtime I was doing my usual couple of laps around the
building where I work. Each lap is about a mile. It wasn't there the first
lap, but on lap #2 I noticed an open end wrench in the bikelane running along
the road. Sure enough, it was a Craftsman 11mm wrench!
My set is complete again, after only 10 1/2 years.