Went to the tool store today. Was mugged by two salesmen.
One diverted my attention by showing me lots of shiny new machinery, while
regaling me with talk of improved exchange rates, - the other proceeded to
relieve me of my wallet and rifle its contents.
When they finally released me, I had a new planer/thicknesser and a shop
vac, ....... and an empty wallet.
But it gets worse.
I have now been kicked out of the Honourable, Ancient and Noble Dyed-in
the -wool Society Of Neanderthals, or HANDSON. The Grand Master came round
and ceremonially disabled my pitsaw by removing one handle.
To add insult to injury, I have discovered that I have contracted that
chronic and deadly disease known as Power Operated, Vacuum Equipped,
Really-expensive Tool Yearning, or POVERTY.
The gear gets delivered tomorrow : )