So yesterday, we had some new furniture delivered to the office. Two guys (I will call them Jose and Karl) hauled it all up to our suite on the 7th floor and were unwrapping and assembling. To fully appreciate this, you must picture me - unassuming 40-ish lady, wearing unassuming 40-ish lady office garb, working unassumingly on my computer.
Karl (taking protective wrapping off a big wall unit): "Jose - where's the cutter?"
Jose: "In the truck"
Karl: *Groan!* (prepares to head to elevator)
Me: (Looking up from computer) "Hang on - I've got a pocketknife in my purse."
Karl: "Thanks - and wow, it's sharp."
Me: "Yeah, I keep it pretty sharp. Hate a dull knife."
(some minutes pass)
Jose (now assembling big work station): "Karl, where's the allen wrench?"
Karl: "In the truck"
Jose: *Groan!* (prepares to head to elevator)
Me: "Hang on, I've got one." (Pull multi-tool from my purse)
Jose and Karl both look at me, completely gobsmacked.
Me: "I also have some needle nose pliers and a chain tool if you need them."
Jose: "Who ARE you?"
Karl: "Are you married?"
I am a woman with tools - truly a goddess. Propitiate me with offerings!!