In the fall of '96 I lived in a small condo in Provo with my sister Kate and two other girls. The two of us shared a bedroom and a bathroom. The bathroom, we decided, did not have enough storage space and for some reason we thought it would be a good idea to install a medicine cabinet. Now, neither of us was particularly handy and I have no idea why we thought this would be something we could/should do; I also don't know why the owner of the condo agreed to it.
We set out to buy our supplies at our local hardware store. We got our medicine cabinet kit and discovered that we would need a drill to install it. Being the money-smart, savvy college girls that we were, we decided to rent a drill rather than buy one. I don't know what description I gave the rental place about the drill we needed, I only know that when I went to pick it up, it was GIGANTIC. It reminded me of a jackhammer... of course it wasn't quite that big, but whatever the thing was, it took up the entire passenger side floor of my car. The guy at the rental place looked at me funny, as I calmly signed the paperwork and acted as if this really was the drill I'd had in mind. He may have even asked me what I was going to use the ginormous tool for, and I probably told him that I had some bathroom remodeling to be done, as if this were something I did every day. So I lugged that drill out to my car and then stared at it for a little while.
Kate & I wised up as to the size of drill we actually needed, and we went back to the hardware store and bought ourselves a little battery-operated one, which was just perfect for the job. Using our new drill and some drywall anchors we were able to install our medicine cabinet.
When the afternoon was over, I took that big drill (which had never left my car) back to the rental place and returned it, smiling confidently as if I'd actually used it and had great success with it. I'm sure the guys at the rental company were none the wiser.
The end.
Monday, September 26, 2011
College Memories
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4 comments:
LOL! That's so random.
The only problem I have with this story is that part where you say "neither of us was particularly handy." I've ALWAYS been particularly handy. Still am. Ask my husband. He's the not-so-handy one. :)
haha. i don't think i've ever heard that story, but i know the big drill you're talking about (but have never used it, in case you wanted to know.)
hilarious.
I had the bright idea to buy a miter saw and use it in my old apartment, which had paper-thin walls. It was MUCH louder and scarier and sawdust-creating than I was expecting. That was the only time I used it. When I moved, the movers wrapped it up and packed it in a very large box. That was 1.5 years ago. It is still in that box. Probably rusted.
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