Having been a father deep into a frustrating repair with the son wanting to help, he may have been saving you from his misplaced frustration. I know I did similar so that I wouldn’t snap at my son, sometimes.My dad got me with that when I was like 8 years old. The good ol' "son, go grab me the left handed 12mm wrench from the tool box" routine.
Unbeknownst to me he already had the 12mm in his hand....
15 minutes later my mom comes out to the garage and asks what I'm doing.... I fill her in on the details of my search for this mysterious left handed 12mm wrench I can't find.....and she gives my dad "the look".
![]()
Oh, plus it’s funny in a twisted sorta way.
