Comfortable Can Be Scary…

Stock Photo (er... something I snagged from the web)

E-mail Trail from earlier this week between me and my favourite tool pusher dealer…

Me: Patrick, do you still have that 1/8″ mortising chisel? If so, I’d like to buy it.

Patrick: The 1/8″ chisel sold. I may have another, but I have to unload my van to see what remains of the mortice chisel carnage. I’ll be back with you once I do that…

*Two days later*

Patrick: Ethan, I found another 1/8″ mortice chisel. It’s a Howarth, a very fine make, one of Sheffield’s best, it needs a clean and will do so well. Original handle, length, blah, blah, blah…

Ethan: Is it a pig sticker style or round handled? If pig sticker, then I’ll take it.

Ethan: Just did a quick Google search for Howarth mortice chisels and they all appear to be pig stickers. I’ll take it.

Patrick: I’ll have it in today’s mail, shipping is the usual postage on the box, blah blah blah… ;^)

In retrospect, the comfort level and ease of that transaction scares me (as it probably should). Really? I just bought a mortice chisel with a description that included, “blah, blah, blah”?

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not regretful of the purchase. I require an 1/8″ mortice chisel and Patrick has always, always, always done me right. And if it isn’t right, he’ll make it so.

But it still scares me…