Editor: It was a dark and stormy day and the two of us had worked all day in it, and were soaking wet. We were glad to be packing up and heading back to the shop but had one quick stop to make. One of the young guys was having a bad day, so I decided to pick up a Kinder Surprise to cheer him up, as he is a kid at heart himself.
While turning onto Highway 10, the tailgate flopped down with tools and containers full of everything imaginable cascading out the back. Looking out the rear view mirror, I could see the debris everywhere and pulled into the center median. We both jumped out of the truck at the same time and ran back to clean up the mess.
Looking back up the road I could see my toolbox lying there off to the side of the centre lane. As I made my way back up the road to fetch it, cars were slowing down to go around it. Then this one car stopped, the passenger door opened, this guy gets out, throws my tool box into the car and takes off.
Bang! it hits me: that鈥檚 all my hand tools for work. Tools, some old, some new 鈥� like friends recognizable by all their little imperfections with memories attached to each one. Obviously this guy has no idea of right or wrong. To steal a worker鈥檚 tools is the lowest of the low. My father taught me that when I was a young boy.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e taking away a man鈥檚 livelihood,鈥� he would say.
My thanks to everyone who slowed down to give us a chance to get the mess cleaned up. As for the fool who took my tools 鈥� Karma, buddy. I hope you smash your thumb with my hammer, assuming you even know what it鈥檚 for.
Greg Holmes,
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