Politics of Power Tools

Yesterday I must have called at least ten people in search of an elusive electric drill. My trusty IKEA desk, you see, had let me down--and in order to finish screwing in the legs to the desk, I was going to need the help of electricity. (Insert "screwing" joke here, if you like that sort of thing.)

What surprised me was the number of people who answered with "funny you should ask..." and then went on to tell about how the drill was being held hostage by a bitter ex, or vice versa. Often in these custody battles, the charger had been seperated from the drill itself, leaving both parts useless (and me with a half completed desk).

I'm guilty of it myself. The first person I thought to call was that one person I'm not allowed to call. Could it be that this is why people couple off? For home improvement purposes? If so, sign me up: "Nice girl ISO man with extensive power tool collection. You: good with cars, electronics, and interior design."

Or maybe this year I'll just buy my own damn drill.