Don’t Call It Junk!
I’ve been wracking my brain, having no luck coming up with any scenario that has me using a screwdriver. Well, except for the small one I need when changing the foot on my sewing machine. The one I’m wondering about is man-sized, with a red handle, the type Hubby would use if he still used manual rather than the noisy ones with a squeal that even I recognize from a distance. It sets my teeth on edge.
I’ve never used it, never even seen it before discovering it in the very bottom of the middle compartment of my purse. It has a flat end, not the pointy one, I can’t remember what they are called but I do know that you need one for one kind of screw and the other for another. Hey, living with a carpenter . . . contd.
