Back in '79 when I gave up turning wrenches for a living and went to work as a grocery clerk, then meat cutter I loaned my dad all of my larger wrenches, starting with two 1" and up to 1 1/2". When he was going to retire from being a machinist, mechanic he asked that I come up to the companies shop and pick up my tools.
When I arrived he had me park close to his tool box and roll around and started digging. He then started producing my wrenches in order saying; "Here's your two 1", here's your two 1 1/16' etcetera , until he came to the two 1 1/4" saying here's your one 1 1/4" and handed it to me and then in a bit he said Oh, here's the other one. When I went to take it in one hand. Half of it fell to the floor!!!! God Damn did he laugh. He needed it in a tight space on a machine so he'd modified it. He then said, don't worry, here's mine. He then proceeded to return the others.
When he passed all I asked for was his tools and tools chests.
Here's my 'Modified Tool' curtisy of my dad. I sure miss that ornery old fart!
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