Give me a screwdriver and I can fix anything is my motto.
We had a clogged drain, and I was able to unclog it with my trusty screwdriver.
The wheels on my daughter’s bicycle loosened up, and I was able to tighten with my screwdriver. Even when my son had a problem with his motorcycle, we were able to work on it and all I needed was a screwdriver. When our electric fireplace broke, I was pretty sure it was going to be able to fix everything with my trusty screwdriver, but I was wrong. Instead of fixing the fireplace, I ended up nearly electrocuting myself. I knew it was my fault, because I hadn’t turned off the electricity before sticking the screwdriver into the fireplace. My wife however, said it was just plain stupidity. She picked up the telephone, and called an electrician. She told him how we had an electric fireplace and it wasn’t working. Luckily the electrician she called was a friend of mine. Joe came over with a six pack of beer, and his tools.It took Joe about 10 minutes to repair the fireplace, but half an hour for him to quit laughing at my electrocuting myself with my screwdriver.I have a feeling, that I am never going to live this down. My wife packed up my favorite screwdriver and refuses to ever give it back to me again. Joe made me promise that under no conditions, would I ever try to repair the fireplace. I made a promise to Joe that day, not to touch the fireplace again, but I didn’t say I would try to repair the air conditioning unit.
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