Yesterday was quiet a day. I had a doctors appointment, and since I don’t get into town very often anymore, I needed to pick up an air stapler. We left the doctors, and went to the big box store. I got the air stapler and staples and rode along for the rest of the stops.
We got home and I grabbed the stapler and went to the shop.I barely got the thing out of the box and Momma says, time to test and take your insulin, so off I go the take care of business.
Back in the shop, I get everything out and found this filter with the manual and other goodies.
This thing is at least 3 1/2 inches across and I can’t see how on earth this filter can be a part of this stapler.It might fit the framing nailer, but not this stapler! Oh well, I don’t know everything, so lets actually read the manual and find out where this is used. Half way through a page and a half….interruption…...try reading again, interruption….....try to read a gain…..the wife comes over as asks what is wrong. ” Will you people get out of the shop and leave me alone until I figure out where this filter goes.” I holler out of frustration. Maddie picks up the filter and says, “You mean this? I found it in the house and just brought it out to see if you might need it.”
And they wonder why husbands kill their wives!