Originally posted by MarkJerling Don't mention the spiders. I'm still an arachnophobe.
I'm not too fond of them myself Mark.
But.
A Rupert Story.®
When I worked in the vehicle maintenance shop at the electric utility I was surrounded by manly men overflowing with testosterone. Tough guys, one and all. Swarthy men with hairy chests and arms, heavy beards, tattoos, all the things that some guys think are what men are made of. Cocksurety in its purest form.
But I knew most of them were a bunch of spider sissies.
I would catch a large spider, hold in in my closed hand, and walk up to one of these manly men and tell them I think I found one of their sockets, offering my outstretched hand.
No matter how many times I did it they always fell for it, and eagerly reached out for their long lost tool.
And the reaction I would get when I dropped a spider in to their open palm was always priceless.
In the almost 6 years I've been working at The Big Shed I haven't seen a single spider. I suspect the chemicals and solvents used there keep them away.
Pity.
There are thousands of manly men there who desperately need a spider dropped into their palm.