That weird moment when my old tool pouch finally gave out after 12 years
I was on a service call this morning swapping out a busted outlet in a 1950s house (you know, the ones with the cloth wiring that crumbles if you look at it wrong). My trusty leather pouch that I've had since I started my own shop split right down the side seam, dumping my strippers and a dozen screwdrivers onto the homeowner's nice hardwood floor. Honest to God, I felt a little pang of sadness because that thing has been through maybe 2,000 jobs with me, from attics in July to crawlspaces full of spiders. I ended up finishing the call with my tools just stuffed in my pockets, which looked ridiculous and kept poking me in the leg. So I swung by the supply house on the way home and dropped 60 bucks on a new canvas one that feels way too stiff and clean. It's funny how even a dumb piece of gear can feel like losing an old friend, but I guess the new one will earn its scars eventually. Has anyone else had a tool just fall apart on the job like that out of nowhere?