I was looking at my old stepladders recently. Inherited from my dad, and whilst aI can’t ask him now - I suspect he may have inherited them too. Not an item I can imagine anyone getting excited about. They are stepladders FFS. Probably the first time I have ever actually looked at them though. And only now realised how well they are made.
Hardwood. Solid. Sculpted treads squeezed into perfectly machined slots in the uprights. I’ve never so much as tightened one of the many screws, yet they’ve never made so much as a squeak or a groan. Anonymous objects that someone has clearly put some time/thought/pride/skill putting them together.
Is this what getting older is about?
