:grumpy: Last night the mother in law calls,she's stranded,blowout. I grab my keys,flashlight,wallet and mini cyclone,then load the truck with the floor jack and I'm off. Well I get there ,handle the flat and back home in no time. 3 hours later I'm getting ready for work when I look over my knives to decide which one to carry and I realize the mini is missing. OH NO! Rush back over to the CVS parking lot where we were,DAMN,nothing. So I return home,M.I.L. is there now with wife and I tell them how much it sucks to loose my knife,you know what my wife says."Get over it ,it's not like you don't have 10 others to choose from." Then to kick me when I'm down,M.I.L. hands me a steak knife and says here have this one.
Feel my pain.Just had to vent.
