I was downstairs in my shop the other day. Trying to mount a new engine on a plane. Typical work bench--looks like a bomb went off. Stuff everywhere. Every stinkin' tool I got--just to swap out an engine.

I'm searching all over for a phillips screwdriver. Not just any phillips screwdriver--the right one for this particular screw. I little bitty screwdriver. 5 minutes later--I'm still searching around.

Turns out it's sideways in my mouth.[:-][&:]

Yup, I got CRS real bad.[&o]