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Perhaps it's an addiction. The moment I picked up a hammer drill, my life changed forever. Now I see walls not as obstacles, but as canvases waiting for my holes. My wife hides the keys to the toolbox, the neighbors flinch at every sound, but I can't stop. The hammer drill is an extension of my hand, my way of expressing myself. I'm afraid I'll start drilling even at night soon!
Anecdote:
"The constant sound of a neighbor's drill can drive anyone mad. One poor soul lamented his noisy situation, "He's always drilling! It's driving me crazy!" His friend tried to be optimistic: "But he must rest eventually, right?" The first man shook his head. "When he's resting from the drill, he's singing karaoke! I can't win!"
"Imagine the terror: it's three in the morning, and suddenly, your neighbor is banging on your door with his foot! one neighbor told another. — I was so scared that I dropped my drill."
