Boy, you got that right. When I was degreeing in my camshaft, I would get a different number every time I did it. I walked away from it for 2 weeks. When I came back to it, I got the same number every time.

 

Here's a couple, make of them what you will...
"Life's too short to live with a b**ch"
"If It don't smell good, don't eat it."

...and one of my favorites; "working on an old Ford is like stepping on your own *****"

...and another, my old cowboy cousin used to tell the kids when they started crying over some little scrape or injury; "I've hurt myself worse pickin' my nose"

 

Never argue with a idiot, because people across the street can't tell who the idiot is.

 

"Son, if you are doing a job and finding it hard, you are doing something wrong".

 

My dad used to tell me and my brother "don't raise your voice, improvement your argument "

John

 

Drain plug too tight, smack it head on with a hammer.

 

Maybe he had that happen to him several times and what ever was in the cup did not accidentally get there.

 

When using a knife to cut anything, always have the blade going away from the hand holding what you are cutting.

 

Don't force it! Use a bigger hammer!
Measure with calipers, mark it with a sharpie, cut it with an axe.

 

Cut towards your chum, not towards your thumb.

 

I have an assortment of threaded studs to use to guild difficult items together. Transmissions for instance. Also one on each corner of a transmission pan to hold gasket temporarily. Helps to cut a slot
in end of stud for removal with screwdriver.

 

He was nasty to everyone, especially my grandma. As far as I know he never hit her or physically abused he but he would make a fool out of her every chance he got and had many set rules she had to follow.

He drank a lot of coffee and maybe he did find the occasional bit of drain cleaner in the bottom of his cup

 

I was taught as a child to rinse out the glass once before drinking water out of the faucet, but it wasn't to clean the glass. Our house was built during WW2, all the water pipes were galvanized iron, typical of the times. The interior of the pipes would rust if not used, so the rinse was to remove any rust that would wash out. I do it to this day even though our water pipes are copper or plastic.

 

We had a natural spring on our farm with a brick spring box. There was a dipper cup hanging on a nail driven into a rock above it. (Yes, everyone drank from the same dipper ) You always dipped just a little water, swished it around, and tossed the water out to the side of the rock you were standing on. This was to rinse out whatever dirt, leaves, or bugs were in the cup.

It was especially nice if there was a crawdad swimming around in the spring box.

 

A falling knife has no handle