I don't remember this, obviously, but I've heard the story many times. When I was 3 years old, I came and asked my dad for a Phillips head screwdriver. He gave me one and I walked away. He was busy working on something and obviously didn't think it through. After a few minutes though, the question dawned on him, "What would a 3 year old need a Phillips screwdriver for?" He found me at the stereo, poking nice Phillips head shaped holes in the speaker cones.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Phillips Screwdrivers
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