Tools are like crack cocaine. HF is like a drug dealer--they know you need it, and they're all too willing to help you buy it. Those crazy sales, those 10% coupons. Not a week goes by without another e-mail enticing me to drive across town for another hit of green metal and vile (yet sweet) anti-corrosion treatment. Mmmmmm.
They know where I live. If I try to kick the habit, will they show up at my door with ball peen hammers? I think I need an intervention.
Sometimes I just go in for paraphernalia--those half price clamps, some sanding belts, a blade or two at half price... But I end up spending three figures before I know what's happened.