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Welcome to the third day of first grade.
We are building a chest, ha ha. It’s a big chest, hee hee. And after we slam our chest together we make our bottoms real smooth (snort!), and make small holes in our bottoms (gak!).
And I won’t make a joke about bottoms getting nailed. Nope. I have too much dignity about using a joke about a bum.
Day three of every woodworking class is when people loosen up, drop their polite facades and start to let their real personalities emerge. Bad jokes ensue. Teasing begins. And that is usually the day when someone – not me – begins to smell a bit funky.
OK, this time it is me. What is that smell?
— Christopher Schwarz
P.S. These chests are the full-size, real-deal examples of “The Anarchist’s Tool Chest,” from the book of the same name. The form is based on research I did on about 50 or so chests. The book has both delighted and enraged readers. You can read more about the book at ShopWoodworking.com.
