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Should this occur, we should stop by for a cup of coffee. Irish of course! Lol
Teenagers stop back talking you when you smash the internet router with a hammer. Just saying.
Lost mine decades ago
Funny u mentioned chainsaws , back when I was young , I had a mcculough<''sp'' chainsaw , because I couldnt afford a good one , I had a fit and repeatedly slammed it on the sidewalk , till it was in way many pieces , my wife and kids went in the house and didnt say a word -------------
This is a hole in my workbench top. 3/4” plywood. Had a momentary loss of control while holding a 20oz. ball peen hammer. I instantly felt much better.
I can see that, this shelter in place thing is getting a bit ridiculous. It's beginning to take its toll on people, it seems that some of the most mild mannered people are developing very short fuses. Everyone is starting to get cabin fever, myself included.
Don't hold it in. Let it out. Nothing wrong with it.
Doors will do it everytime. I put one of those cheap doors on the house of a toy executive. He had all kinds of big boy toys, including a Viper. Door had one of those long springs for a closer. That's it. While the guy was standing there I opened the door all the way and let it fly. You could have heard the noise two blocks away. i would get called routinely to houses where the husband and wife thought a new storm door would make a nice Saturday morning project. After hearing the same story over and over I could tell the wife exactly what went down the entire time, until they gave up late Sunday evening, including the part where divorce came up numerous times. They were amazed.
I think thats just good parenting skills. Sometimes they need to know when they've gone too far.
Used to play racketball. After a long day of ridiculous customers, smashing that little blue ball may have saved a few lives! lol Now I take my .22 target pistol out back and aim at a few select targets. Like photos. You get the idea.
When trying to make something ill-designed or inferior work or dealing with any anger, I slow down and think of this quote. "We either make ourselves happy or miserable. The amount of work is the same."
When I first got my driver's license, I used to take out my frustrations through my right foot, went through a lot of tires, transmissions, differentials, and a few engines. I also racked up a pretty good collection of traffic tickets, and totaled a car or two. Getting that under control was the first step for me, after losing my license for 5th or 6th time, and my job, and ending up bankrupt as a result of all my stupidity, I finally realized that it was time to grow up a bit.
My teenage son watched me turn his one piece flip phone into two pieces at Ocean City one night when he didn’t answer my calls for hours years ago. It’s one thing if you know where your kids are in the later hours four hundred miles from home but when I was out searching the campground for him he passed his limit. Snap.
4 pieces on a flip phone here. My boss called me during a 3 martini lunch and wanted me back at work. Closed the phone in the wrong direction, ripped the antenna off, and then bounced the rubble off the floor and the battery flew out.
When I was 16 I totaled my 55 Buick with an old exhaust manifold because the muffler fell off. When I say totaled I mean undriveable. Have calmed way down since then.
That is how I perform most projects!
I have a screen door that ether slams or doesn't shut, new piston, new piston and bracket kit, adjustments, flipped brackets ... ... just keeps slammin'. That last inch just will not co-operate. BAM ! When getting really pissed off to the point of smashing the shit out of it beware of the 'boomerang phenomenon' That's when you stomp on it the dam thing whacks you in the back of the knee only adding injury to insult. Won't fit? Probably shit made in china
Bumper sticker on my Neon reads, "Fuck China." for a reason.
The thing is. I use to do high end carpentry for a living. Getting beat by a flippin screen door was just to much...
Long time ago, my brother would get mad at obstinate car parts. Stuck bolts, etc. Angrily, he would throw them into the woods in the backyard. One day he quit doing that and would place the part in a box. I asked why. He said he was going to mail it to NASA. Send it up in the space shuttle and have the astronaut throw it out into space during orbit. Then he would watch the offending car part re-enter the Earths atmosphere.
P.S. I bought a new screen door at the scratch and dent section of Lowe’s. Very inexpensive. That piece of junk is laying against the fence where I put it 5 years ago, after I couldn’t get it fitted to the door frame. There’s something about screen doors.