Originally Posted by
Karl Robbers
I live in a small country town. The thing that has gradually been getting up my nose for years is when supposed friends describe me as the local tool hoarder, or introduce me to newcomers as "this is Karl, he loves to buy machinery" as if I am some misfit or curiosity and then snicker in small groups, posing the question as to why I need eighteen welders (which of course I don't, but welders seem to find me) or why I need a laser level (which has leveled quite a few slabs for their sheds), or a skid steer loader (which so far has buried two horses, one steer and a sheep for locals when no one else was available).