I bought a Freud Diablo Dado set. Took it to the shop, took all the pieces out and…..no instructions. Who the hell makes something out of metal, meant to rotate at monster speeds, has MANY sharp edges, and does not include instructions? Apparently Freud does. Oh, sure they have a chart, but that chart is not a set of instructions. So, I leave my shop and go ask the guy down the way if he knows how to use it. Nope. Never fear, we’re men. Between the two of us we believe we can figure it out. After about 15 minutes it was clear that neither of had a clue what we were doing and the needles on our MAN-O-METERs were falling. Men should not need instructions, or to stop to ask for directions, no matter what our wives and girl friends tell us.
As we stared at the dado set a light bulb flicked on above the other guy’s head and he called his father in law. Leroy to the rescue! Which, by the way, is the perfect old guy name.
Leroy flew in with his camo tights, Cape, and blazing L on his chest. (not really but you get the point) He showed me in two minutes how to use the blade, supervised my first cuts, explained the difference between shims and spacers, and did not once point out how low my MAN-O-METER had fallen. Just said he was happy to help.
This has not been the first time Leroy swooped in and taught me something. When I have asked he has helped. When he has seen me bumbling around about to screw something up, he has helped. If you are reading this Leroy, thanks.