Just Saying...

Posted: 30 Dec 2011 11:48 AM PST

Victoria over at Advice From a Single Girl wrote this post about being self efficient when it came to fixing the shower head in her recently reno'd apt. Well done lady!!

It gave me a story to post. Although not nearly as exciting as her story, but when you're strapped for writing a novel about your holidays (see still wrapping head around the events) this will have to do.

This past summer, I was painting and one thing led to another, I ended up pulling out all my tools laid out in a closet, realizing, I actually needed a tool box. Shopped around at a few places over the week about the size I liked. I went across the street to a smaller store of a giant company and was greeted by a friendly gentleman. Upon asking about the prices and comparisons to a similar one, he asked who the tool box was for....

[The toolbox I picked out for myself was a 24 in long box with a second pull out tray inside and a few compartments for nails,screws, and misc bits etc. Something I can grow into, or at least hold the tools I have.]

.....Upon learning the box was for myself, he shook his head 'no', and lead me over to the much smaller toolbox buckets. Advising me that I would not need anything bigger than that. Looking at him dumbfounded, I simply smiled, walked back over to the boxes (not buckets), while I explained I could overspill that bucket right now, and that this is what I'm interested in.

Annoyed with me now, shaking his head asking what I could possible need a box that big for? I said thank you, walked up to customer service and asked to speak to someone else. I ended up with the manager who was more than happy to stick to business and just tell me what I wanted to know. Along comes the now grumpy old man, interrupting the manager that he's already helped me, explaining what he said,and I wouldn't listen to him!! lol

As nicely as I could, I snarked at him asking who he was to decide how many tools I have. Shit I have my own friggin power tools! (RAWR). The manager apologized to me trying not to laugh himself. As it turns out his wife is the handyman around the house and completely understood where I was coming from.

Long story short, I didn't buy my box from them, the price difference for the same box was almost a $20 different from a big boxmart store. And.... there is a little room left over to grow into.

I love how there are people out there who just assume women are inferior or incapable. Any woman who's lived alone or had brothers or a Dad growing up probably knows how to change her own oil, a tire, tinker with her own engine, can fix some plumbing around her home, and drill, plaster and even know some electrical. (not me that shit scares me). However if you're my friend Elizabeth Singleton, she has mega power tools as she reno's homes. RAWR!!!

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