Workshop Status: 🔍 Investigation Ongoing
I knew something wasn't right the moment I opened the toolbox.
There was an empty space.
Not just any empty space.
The empty space.
My trusty Phillips #2 screwdriver was gone.
Now, every technician has a favorite screwdriver. The one that's perfectly broken in. The one that somehow fits every screw just a little better than all the others.
Mine had vanished.
I searched the obvious places.
The workbench.
The toolbox.
The magnetic parts tray.
The anti-static mat.
Under the keyboard.
Behind the monitor.
Nothing.
I began questioning the usual suspects.
The shop vacuum had a history.
The rolling chair had opportunity.
The rubber duck on the shelf...
...well, he just looked guilty.
After twenty minutes, I was convinced someone had borrowed it.
Then I looked down.
The screwdriver was clipped to my shirt pocket.
I had been wearing it the entire time.
I quietly put it back on the bench and agreed never to speak of this incident again.
Unfortunately...
...the security cameras remember everything.
Case closed.
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