Well, that's one way to make sure your tool borrowing neighbours return your stuff.
Most of the tools I travel with are visibly marked with my initials, or at least a big M. Some of my friends have clamps and drills and battery op stuff identical to mine, and even with a big MM in yellow paint pen I’m leaving or swapping tools back on a quarterly basis. I noticed today that one of my battery drills sports a big D. Oops, not mine.
I know you like a story. My father, in his post-farmer years, was an apartment complex guru. We lived, for a time, in the ground floor of a “garden apartment”. The ground floor interconnected between 5 apartments via a back corridor. He rented the other 4 apartments to his friends and drinking buddies, and folks came and went via the unlocked back doors at will, often with a drink already in hand.
Once a year they would have a liquor glass party, where everyone brought their mismatched, this isn’t ours, glassware .
About the shovel, it needs a name. I have been wood burning or letter stamping inscriptions on the tools I have rehung, including Biltmore notches on that 100 year old Michigan double and “UGLY BABY” inscribed onto the end of that axe’s handle. I love the name for that poor miss figured axe.
In part because I find the whole Hipster axe naming thing beyond amusing. Those gaudy, overpriced felling axes have color pattern names, which apparently adds hundreds in value.
http://www.bestmadeco.com/collections/axes
Hipster Shovel needs a name. It actually does have a purpose – chopping up leftover turtle food produce in the compost bins. I even sharpened the blade a bit for just that use.
