I was the stupid kid who wrecked or lost my dad’s tools, equipment, even boats by every combination of laziness and stupidity possible. I hope my dad’s laughing from above, seeing me paid back by karma and a stepson.
My dad had a two-man buck saw. The second man handle came off and I thought it looked like a hand grenade, so I threw it as hard as I could in the field when we were fighting the enemy. Lost it. Dad wasn’t happy about that even though I never once saw him once use that saw. He just didn’t buck his own firewood.
Then there was the time I left the cap off his pipe dope tube and it turned solid as a rock (old formula pipe dope from the late 50s). He went to use it on a repair and instead of goop found stone. Dad wasn’t happy about that, either.