Seth's Blog: Hammer time

This resonated.

I have reached an age where I possess a fine collection of tools, many of which I don’t know how to use.  I even own two hammers.  One is what I’m sure my family and forebears would call a “real” hammer:  a claw hammer with a fine wooden handle, where the interface between wood and steel is milled to a single, smooth surface.  I use this to hit things.  A wide variety of things.  Hit with relish.  I also own a small, delicate, “ladies” hammer with a slim, plastic handle and a head which falls off.  I use this for the gentle tapping of small, delicate things held in less small, delicate fingers.  And I know of the existence of such exotica as the ball-peen hammer, though in fairness I wouldn’t recognise one if it fell on my toe.

More relevantly, I recently encountered exactly this situation where an organisation which had grown fat and happy pounding nails with its claw-hammer could not even countenance the existence of other hitting devices. 

Especially tough when you’ve started trying to sell screws.

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