It’s monday night. I renailed another plywood panel when I got home, fixed my leaky toilet that’s been broken for god knows how long, watched two friends of mine get into slapticuffs over the most hilariously stupid shit I’ve seen in forever, and probably managed to piss off yet another person.
It’s been a full day.
Nobody makes a shit sandwich they plan on eating themselves.
People don’t usually serve sandwiches to strangers.
You do the math.
The man who makes a knife hardly ever knows what it will be used for.