Old Man: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Son: Nothing. Why?
Old Man: Because it looks more like you are building furniture, that's why.
Son: Come on, pop. I'm just making a display for my tools that I can enjoy looking at and still be able to use them.
Old Man: What the hell are you talking about? Tools are only made to be used, not looked at. What the hell do you think they are, artwork?
Son: Well, pop, they may have been made to work with, but that doesn't mean their designs shouldn't be appreciated. Some of them are really quite beautiful in their own right; like little sculptures.
Old Man: Awe, bullshit! Do you ever listen to yourself when you talk that artsy-fartsy stuff? If you have to do this kind of pamby-assed thing, just bang a few nails in the back of the cabinet and hang the bloody tools on them. Stop making such a big deal out of nothing, for Christ's sake.
Son: The cabinet sits in my office, remember, not the basement. I don't want to look at something like that all the time. I want it to look good.
Old Man: Well if you spent more time working and less time looking, you might actually accomplish something.
Son: I'm retired, pop, remember?
Old Man: Your too young for that nonsense, but ok, you want to sissify a bunch of tools; I can live with that, but do you have to spend so God-damned much money to do it? Walnut costs a bloody fortune.
Son: It isn't sissified, pop. I just see things differently than you, thats all. And as far as building it out of walnut, I chose it because I know it was your favourite wood. The whole thing is sort of a tribute to you, if you must know.
Old Man: Tribute - Schmidute. If you want to build something for me out of an expensive wood like walnut, build me a damned coffee table!And with that, folks, he would have turned on his heel and stormed away, leaving me standing there shaking my head in wonderment. As he stormed away, though, I know he would have been wearing a grin from ear to bloody ear, the grumpy, old codger.