A few weekends ago, there was a post-wide yard sale so we packed the kids in the car and headed off in search of an air conditioner for the kids' room and a few other things. We found a kid's picnic table for the kids and needed to take it apart to get it in the car to take it home.
I usually have an "Action Packer" (that's the actual name for it, not just what I call it) in the back of the car with a basic toolset (among other things) in it but, because of the move, it wasn't in there. So McGyver needed to borrow a pair of pliers from the woman that was selling the table.
She didn't know what pliers were.
I kid you NOT. She looked at him - blankly - and then said "whatever my husband has in the garage, you are more than welcome to use."
HOW on Earth do you NOT know what a pair of PLIERS look like? WHO RAISED YOU???
Now I'm not Sally Craftsman or anything but I can handle basic tools and yes, I have my OWN Makita drill. I can change a tire (thanks, mom) and the oil (thanks, dad) on my car. I can install shelving, hang items on the wall with expansion bolts, do minor repairs on appliances (and go shopping for new ones when the repairs make things worse). Can't sew worth a darn (learning how to do so is on my "TO DO" list) but I can handle basic tools.
This woman didn't know what a pair of PLIERS were.
On our way to dinner that evening, McGyver looked at me and said, "I'm so glad you know what a pair of pliers is."
Me too. Me too.
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