I have long resisted buying a power drill. Owning a power drill implies the use of such, and who am I to deny an honest carpenter his wages? I am the guy who’s wife just bought a power drill, that’s who.
Also, I am the guy who fixed the fern hanging thing to the wall through the use of said drill.
And I am the guy who’s here to tell you that it was not easy.
That wood was hard! It contained hidden knots and gnarly spots that simply refused admittance to my power-driven screws.
But I prevailed.
I am now a power drill guy. AND EVERY PROBLEM AWAITS MY HIGH-SPEED TWIRLY INTERVENTION.
Got a backyard pool that’s turned into a thick green cesspit over winter. Don’t worry. I have a power drill.
Russian Army crossed over your borders?
I don’t think so, Comrade Putin.
Billionaire douchelords undermining your democracy?
Stand back, oligarch! This thing has 20 power settings!