Some dirty rat broke into my shop last night or maybe the night before.
He loosened the bulb on my trouble light.
Wound up my extension cord so it will tangle.
Ripped off my 10,13,15MM wrenches and sockets
Stole my 9/16 socket and that handy crescent wrench.
The ¼ and 5/16 nut driver showed up in the corner on the floor.
Used my only Snap on Screwdriver to scrape on something.
Broke the lens on my dial indicator.
Took the key off the cord to my hand drill.
Made off with the 1/8,1/4 and 3/8 drill bits.
Kicked over the old oil filter I was saving to cut open and made a mess.
Used my wrenches and didn’t even wipe them off.
Broke the end on my 16ft measuring tape.
Scratched the lenses all up on my safety goggles.
Used the last of my hand cleaner.
Got into my special flannel ragbag and used them to wipe up oil.
Stripped the gear on my ¼ inch drive ratchet.
Smudged up the pages on my Cummins repair manual.
Used up the last of my paper towels.
At least I think someone broke into my shop? Maybe not? This is just what I have seen so far. Lord only knows what else has been done.
That is how I used to feel when my son finally got old enough to work on his own car. I suggested he buy a little VW bug cause it was cheap and easy to fix. Lots of parts around cheap.
He took my advice and I showed him lots of things. Before long he was teaching me stuff. We learned a lot together but we ended up fighting a lot. He was always late to get to work or had a date or some other lame excuse. I was always screaming at him to pick up his mess and put things back. I pleaded with him to just tell me if he broke something so I could replace it and it would be there when I need it. I always bought him tools for his birthday and Christmas. He got into Vocational school and got the itch for the pricey Snap on Tools. I told him he was crazy. My old Craftsman stuff was good enough for me.
He did get a Sears Roll Away tool chest so he could lock his stuff up and I couldn’t get at that Snap On stuff. (Drool, drool). Did I mention I am cheap?
He moved out as soon as he graduated from High School and took all his stuff with him. I gave him lots of my dads old stuff and I had two’s and threes of lot’s of stuff. I just wanted him to leave my stuff alone and not work on it at my place anymore.
Well, he took my advice. I don’t see him much anymore. He lives in Hawaii now. He hates the winters here even though it is sunny in Colorado much of the time.
He has a old Volkswagen buss over there and keeps it going. He works on other folk’s cars to. Darn kids seem to live on nothing and be happy about it.
It’s been almost 10 years since he left. Things haven’t changed much in my garage. I still can’t find my stuff even when I just had the darn thing in my hand 10 seconds ago. I forget to put things back and get in a hurry for that test drive. Promise myself I will take next Saturday morning and just wipe things down and put it all away. I swear I will tear out all my workbenches and cut them in half. Seems like every flat spot just collects stuff. I am also planning on taking all the doors off my cupboards. I can’t remember what’s behind them. Everything is going in those clear plastic tote trays and tubs so I can stand in the center of my garage and see what everything is. I need more light in there to. They don’t make bulbs as bright as they used to.
You know those annoying little buzzers that tell you your keys are in the ignition or your lights are on. It was the first thing I used to disconnect when I bought a new vehicle. Well, there all working again. I just don’t trust myself.
My son’s old bug is sitting on the side of the garage. I told him I sold it for $2k and sent him the money. He was happy as heck. I figure someday I will restore it and have it painted for him. He can use it if he comes to visit or maybe he will settle down and have a son and I can give it to him. Tell him it was his fathers first car.
Doesn’t seem so important now. Having the tools all in their place. No one to yell and scream at except myself. I guess I was just as much at fault as he was. Probably worse. He found more stuff for me than I accused him of loosing. I would rather have him around the house with grease up to his elbows than endure this loneliness. I love you son.
I miss you tons. I hope you are doing well and don’t repeat my mistakes with your kids.
Love Dad
Sorry guys, I had to vent. I started out writing this as a joke. I thought it was kind of funny at first but by the time I finished I was in tears. Decided I wouldn’t post it and then thought heck. You guys are real people. Maybe someone can learn something from it. This forum is all about give and take. That’s just me. Some folks like me. Some folks don’t.
Would love to get some input back from you guys. Am I the only one that feels like this?
He loosened the bulb on my trouble light.
Wound up my extension cord so it will tangle.
Ripped off my 10,13,15MM wrenches and sockets
Stole my 9/16 socket and that handy crescent wrench.
The ¼ and 5/16 nut driver showed up in the corner on the floor.
Used my only Snap on Screwdriver to scrape on something.
Broke the lens on my dial indicator.
Took the key off the cord to my hand drill.
Made off with the 1/8,1/4 and 3/8 drill bits.
Kicked over the old oil filter I was saving to cut open and made a mess.
Used my wrenches and didn’t even wipe them off.
Broke the end on my 16ft measuring tape.
Scratched the lenses all up on my safety goggles.
Used the last of my hand cleaner.
Got into my special flannel ragbag and used them to wipe up oil.
Stripped the gear on my ¼ inch drive ratchet.
Smudged up the pages on my Cummins repair manual.
Used up the last of my paper towels.
At least I think someone broke into my shop? Maybe not? This is just what I have seen so far. Lord only knows what else has been done.
That is how I used to feel when my son finally got old enough to work on his own car. I suggested he buy a little VW bug cause it was cheap and easy to fix. Lots of parts around cheap.
He took my advice and I showed him lots of things. Before long he was teaching me stuff. We learned a lot together but we ended up fighting a lot. He was always late to get to work or had a date or some other lame excuse. I was always screaming at him to pick up his mess and put things back. I pleaded with him to just tell me if he broke something so I could replace it and it would be there when I need it. I always bought him tools for his birthday and Christmas. He got into Vocational school and got the itch for the pricey Snap on Tools. I told him he was crazy. My old Craftsman stuff was good enough for me.
He did get a Sears Roll Away tool chest so he could lock his stuff up and I couldn’t get at that Snap On stuff. (Drool, drool). Did I mention I am cheap?
He moved out as soon as he graduated from High School and took all his stuff with him. I gave him lots of my dads old stuff and I had two’s and threes of lot’s of stuff. I just wanted him to leave my stuff alone and not work on it at my place anymore.
Well, he took my advice. I don’t see him much anymore. He lives in Hawaii now. He hates the winters here even though it is sunny in Colorado much of the time.
He has a old Volkswagen buss over there and keeps it going. He works on other folk’s cars to. Darn kids seem to live on nothing and be happy about it.
It’s been almost 10 years since he left. Things haven’t changed much in my garage. I still can’t find my stuff even when I just had the darn thing in my hand 10 seconds ago. I forget to put things back and get in a hurry for that test drive. Promise myself I will take next Saturday morning and just wipe things down and put it all away. I swear I will tear out all my workbenches and cut them in half. Seems like every flat spot just collects stuff. I am also planning on taking all the doors off my cupboards. I can’t remember what’s behind them. Everything is going in those clear plastic tote trays and tubs so I can stand in the center of my garage and see what everything is. I need more light in there to. They don’t make bulbs as bright as they used to.
You know those annoying little buzzers that tell you your keys are in the ignition or your lights are on. It was the first thing I used to disconnect when I bought a new vehicle. Well, there all working again. I just don’t trust myself.
My son’s old bug is sitting on the side of the garage. I told him I sold it for $2k and sent him the money. He was happy as heck. I figure someday I will restore it and have it painted for him. He can use it if he comes to visit or maybe he will settle down and have a son and I can give it to him. Tell him it was his fathers first car.
Doesn’t seem so important now. Having the tools all in their place. No one to yell and scream at except myself. I guess I was just as much at fault as he was. Probably worse. He found more stuff for me than I accused him of loosing. I would rather have him around the house with grease up to his elbows than endure this loneliness. I love you son.
I miss you tons. I hope you are doing well and don’t repeat my mistakes with your kids.
Love Dad
Sorry guys, I had to vent. I started out writing this as a joke. I thought it was kind of funny at first but by the time I finished I was in tears. Decided I wouldn’t post it and then thought heck. You guys are real people. Maybe someone can learn something from it. This forum is all about give and take. That’s just me. Some folks like me. Some folks don’t.
Would love to get some input back from you guys. Am I the only one that feels like this?