Where are my calipers?
So I’m back from Lucca! I wasn’t there for long, because I had to head home early for a medical emergency of a family member (everything is fine! don’t worry!). So I only spent one day there instead of two, as originally intended. But wow! What a show! I heard that at some point there are 250.000 daily visitors. The whole city if full of people in awesome costumes … If you ever have a chance to go there, don’t pass on it!
About today’s strip: Everyone who appreciates tools has a horror story like that. Of course, you have to choose your battles. For instance, my wife likes to use our kitchen scales as a storage space for whatever happens to lay around in the kitchen. It used to annoy me, because, by golly, it is a measuring instrument not a repository! At a certain point I decided to not care about it anymore, because It’s just not worth fretting over a 20 dollar scale, that may be 2% off due to mistreatment.
Hans really must learn that you ask before borrowing a tool and you must return it in better condition than when you borrowed it.
But for once, it wasn’t Chuck! I’m shocked! Shocked I tell you! Well, not that shocked.
This is one of my favourites. The last panel is indeed a subtle shock for anyone caring for their own tools. Hans’ grin is almost outrageous. 🙂
…but it kind of fits well on the nut… 😮
Juilo should clobber him with a monkey wrench for doing that
Good to see Hans back in picture. I like to see a world of many people, and as diverse as they could be. Sally might well get a bit more prime time, too.
This, more than any other comic of yours, is horrifying. Just the thought of using one of my father’s beloved “venereal calameters” as a wrench is enough to make my heart go cold. Well done.
This will bring fear, terror and possibly tears to the heart of anyone who uses precision tools. Yikes.
Well done, gentlemen!
It also reminds me of the horrific day when I witnessed a not-so-bright friend of mine hammering on the handle of a “1/2-inch breaker bar” to loosen a rusted lug nut just to find out he was using my 1/2-inch torque wrench. Needless to say, he is not my friend anymore.