One of the signs of the holiday season is that my mailbox just fills up with catalogues. I get golf ones, fruit ones, clothing ones, so many in fact I feel guilty for all of the trees that died in this marketing effort. Most people would understand the seasonal joy that Victoria’s Secret holiday publication brings to many red-blooded males. However, I get the Christmas tingles when my auto glass tool catalog arrives.
Let me first just try to Express myself accurately. I think all things may very well become Equalized when viewed vaulting from this paper prospectus. Any self-respecting installer’s jowls will start watering like a big dog’s once they begin to peruse the pages of this fantasy wish book.
Think of it! How fast and with how little effort can you get your dirty work done? Windshields may actually quiver with fear when confronted by some of these removal tools. Urethane flows out like melted butter when applied via power caulking guns.
Does length really matter? How long can your long knife really be? Sabre sized? Mightier than a Samuri, I ask? You can find adjustable ones (no blue pills needed), ultra-thin ones—you can even find a stubby long knife.
There is no doubt in my mind that a male is in charge of marketing. I find all sorts of machismo names assigned to various products. Ninjas, falcons, magnum are just a few that come to mind. Nothing is small or petite. Super is a commonly applied appellation. There are super-scrapers, soakers and blades, just to name a few. I just don’t see a woman’s touch at all. Even the colors that these tools come in resemble the tastes of a frustrated fireman or a proponent of the Goth subculture. Will we ever see a cold knife protective sheath come in mauve or puce?
I digress, though. It’s (almost) December and I realize many of you out there are just aching to let your loved ones know what you really want sitting under the Christmas tree. There is nothing that says “I appreciate you” like a gift set of Prybabies does. Diamonds are forever especially when they come in a whetstone. Maybe it’s time that your loved ones think that you deserve recognition and buys you a “professional master tool set” instead of that makeshift one you use a five-gallon bucket for. (Certification not required for purchase … sigh.) What will one’s wife think if asked to provide a “lil buddy” for yourself?
I understand and I feel your pain. I’m writing this little item so that if you get caught reading it in private or found trying to leave a certain catalog dog-eared in view of your significant other, you can get validation of certain needs. You are not alone. You didn’t think Round Rock had anything to do with Santa dressing in red, did you?
