Some people shouldn't be allowed to...
P has often said that the guy who owned our current home before we did should have a radio ankle-bracelet. If he gets to the front door of Home Despot, Lowe's, or other hardware store, some uniformed aides would appear and politely escort him to the edge of the parking lot. "I'm sorry, sir," they'd say, "you can't come in here. With the contents of our store, you'd be a danger to yourself and to others. We can't allow that to happen."
Today's example: shelf standards. You know, the metal railing with little slots in it? You attach two parallel vertical strips to your wall, slide the brackets into the slots, then drop a piece of planking across the brackets. Quick, easy, functional -- until this guy did it.
Seems he wanted to be sure that the standards wouldn't come away from the wall. Did he use wall anchors? Noooo. He curved the metal and buried it under the plaster!
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a Dremel tool. And tea. Tea, dammit, tea!
Today's example: shelf standards. You know, the metal railing with little slots in it? You attach two parallel vertical strips to your wall, slide the brackets into the slots, then drop a piece of planking across the brackets. Quick, easy, functional -- until this guy did it.
Seems he wanted to be sure that the standards wouldn't come away from the wall. Did he use wall anchors? Noooo. He curved the metal and buried it under the plaster!
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a Dremel tool. And tea. Tea, dammit, tea!