Hate to say it,
Gerry D.
>but I think Santa is a Normite.
Right before my wife's annual Christmas boarding house, she decided that the first floor bath needed to be redone. New paint, commode, vanity, fixtures, etc. While hammering the baseboard into an inside corner, I popped my right shoulder. (Rotator cuff tendinitis. What I found interesting is that it wasn't that painful when the doc stuck the needle up into the shoulder socket. When he hit the plunger and injected the cortisone, well, that's another story.)
Now, I admit, I had been bitching about how hard the oak baseboard was. But I didn't think it was loud enough to reach his ears.
Christmas morning comes round, and the old gent in red had left a compressor, finish nailer and brad nailer for me.
Makes me wonder, have I been that bad?
Gerry
I guess if I had really messed up, he would have left me a biscuit joiner.