LakeTahoe said:
What's the strangest use of a multi-tool.
Wow, I wish I had a better memory. My Leatherman Wave has been not only an indispensable tool but practically a good luck charm since the day some drunken sod deposited it amid the clutter then amassed on the floor of my old Grand Prix. I had been suckered into driving him safely home, long boring story, it was the only time I've gotten a tip from a bartender and the last time I transport anyone not related to me anywhere without a cage, and they don't make cages for RX-8s, lest I be tempted. Anyway, he was stone drunk, and under the influence of what had to be tranqs of some sort, and he couldn't speak, it was truly sad. Owing to my crappy memory (see? I remembered I mentioned it, at least), I'd gotten onto the highway and then promptly blanked the verbal directions related to me at the billiards hall, and again, long story short, I had to roll him for his wallet to find out where he lived, and as I'm not a pizza delivery technician, I had to spend about a buck and half calling people trying to get directions, anyway, I got him home, or at least to a house with the same number and an awfully similar street, dragged him out of the car, far up onto the lawn, and sped off.
Later I noticed some jangling of coinage in the back, and discovered he'd left me about forty cents and something I'd wanted for a long time, -well, not THAT long, they'd only just come out that year- a shiny, perfect Leatherman Wave. It was manna from the heavens, and, not being a character of entirely pure luck, not to put too fine a point on it, I
reveled in it. The next day I recovered a low-grade, but leather at least, sheath for it that came with a truly worthless Sears giveaway multitool knockoff, the belt case was literally twice the value, in brass rivets alone, of the tool, but the cool thing was that the Wave isn't a small tool by any means, and at the time almost thermomoulded itself into the sheath. There was no way I'd carry this prize in one of those gaudy bigass nylon geek badges, and at the time the only store-bought genuine Leatherman holsters had equally-gaudy gold/brass button closures and bright gold foil "LEATHERMAN" text sprawled across the front. I normally didn't wear a belt at the time, only with slacks or a suit, but I've had a belt on and this Wave attached to my left hip every day since, with a handful of necessary exceptions. So, what have I done with it that the manufacturer probably never intended?
I've used it to pull nasty slivers of decorative glass out of a gash in my forearm. I've used various of its tools to pop dozens of stuck, iced, keyless and unwanted locks. I used its blades as the sole available tool for eating peanut butten, which was the only item of food in the house (moving-out celebration of a friend, who, perhaps with the help of the Good Luck Leatherman, is now my wonderful wife. You see, we're both diabetics and the peanut butter restored me to a more functional state). I've whittled maybe fifty improvised toothpicks out of everything from weed-whacker cord to notebook wire binding, and used the tool itself for the toothpicking perhaps more than I should feel good about. I have used it to retrieve countless objects, nuts, washers, valuables, a ring and a watch from under, between, beneath, dangling-from, and crammed into all manner of places my knife and hands could never have done. I have used it to repair other tools, cars, PC cases, and completely stripped a bare floor of a couple hundred ancient broken carpet staples (other tools were available, but it's so nice having flat handles on a pair of pliers you never think about it). I've used it as a sort of hammer a great deal more than I'd have ever anticipated. I have used it to fabricate a makeshift screw for mounting a drive. Fixed collapsing metal garment racks at a department store. Sharpened pencils. I used it to hack open an old potmetal WWII-era canteen a friend had managed to get his credit card stuck in (don't ask). I've used it as a potholder. I used it to get a friend a discount on a used car by surreptitiously "revealing" an oil pan leak. I failed to get a coconut open with it.
But I can't for the life of me recall any of those numerous moments when I find myself working with it and smiling because there's just no way the manufacturer would have been able to envision the absolute versatility and intriguing life my Good Luck Leatherman has led over these years, and will surely continue to for many more to come.
/this is what happens when I start drinking before I find threads like this. Apologia for loquacity.