I wouldn’t call it reckless, but I tend to push, pull and slam things a little harder than I should. I’d like to blame my father who operated on an “I can fix anything” mentality that gave him the leeway to be overly rough while working on cars and around the house, but really, I just enjoy making loud noises and the efficiency of tossing things across the room.
With that said, I was sharpening one of my plane irons in the Popular Woodworking shop when I decided to have a look through the drawers below our sharpening station. In the six months that I’ve worked here, I’ve learned that there are marvelous goodies hiding in every nook and cranny of this shop. So I made my way down the set of drawers, open-slam, open-slam, open-crack. While opening the third drawer down the hardboard bottom fell out of its dado and I became the guy that broke the sharpening station drawer.