Some repair things came up at work last week that required the use of my drill. I have some ‘suitcase’-style containers that hold odds and ends – zipties, batteries, washers, nails, screws, etc. The two drill bits that I haven’t lost live in the ‘screws’ container, and it became obvious last week that they were very, very dull. I called Lloyd and asked him to pick up a small case of drill bits. “I just need six or eight,” I said.
When I came home, he had purchased a large case of 60 drill bits, because why wouldn’t I need more? He didn’t understand my vision, and very kindly bought a smaller case the next day.
It’s perfect. I cut out one of the little dividing walls in the suitcase:
…and now that case has a home.
I give it a year before I lose all those bits and have to get another, but I’ll take it!
Mom says
Love how organized you are.
Brad says
A sharp drill bit is a thing of joy forever.
-John Keats
Wait… I think something’s wrong with that quote…
I LOVE new drill bits. They go in like butter, with a nice clean bore. ahhhhh……