Working at the wood shop club last week and I am trying to figure out what I did with my safety glasses before I cut some lumber on the table saw.
I also cannot find the push blocks as they are not where they are supposed to be.
An older gentleman with wisps of salt and pepper hair on his mostly bald head comes over and asks what the problem is.
“Can’t find my safety glasses, and the push block isn’t at the table.” I respond.
“Oh dear God don’t be such a pussy and just get on with it.” said the gentleman with the glass eye and the misshapen jaw, who was missing three fingers from his right hand and the thumb on his left hand who walked with a pronounced limp.
Whenever I think I should turn on my table saw and “just get on with it” I shall think about “not being a pussy” and quietly ignore that advice.