*@#*^# Galoots
Moses Yoder in White Pigeon, MI
>After posting some finds at an auction recently, a fellow hand tool fanatic e-mailed me and said he would be interested in some post drill bits. I e-mailed back and said those were my uncle's post drill bits, and I didn't think I would be selling any. When I got a chance I snuck two of them to the post office and they went winging his way.
It truly is better to give than receive. I grinned to myself several times every day, thinking about him going out to the mail box and finding them there one day. They hadn't cost me much, and the thought of him just finding them there as a surprise just made my week. But no, he can't just get them and enjoy them. He e-mails me in a few days and says he got the bits and has sent a package my way. He has to send me a pen he made, plus a very nice little Greenlee box with a wooden divider in it with four taps, and some cash. He can't just get the bits and be thankful. He has to make me feel bad, and send me way more than the bits could ever be worth. Now I'll have to get even with him. The whole thing is very stressful. It started out as great fun, and now has turned into this headache. But I have news for him; he is not getting the little Greenlee box back, nor is he getting back the pen he made. I like them. He had better be watching his back; it may take some time for me to get even, but I always eventually pay my debts.
P.S. I am not sending out any more bits, so don't bother asking.
P.P.S. In case you are an old grouch and don't quite get it, this post is written as a satire. (Look it up in the dictionary if you don't know what that is.)
