Why I Keep Reaching for My Great Neck Wrench
I honestly didn't expect much from the old great neck wrench I found at a yard sale, but it ended up saving my weekend when a plumbing leak decided to ruin my Saturday morning. It was tucked away in a plastic bin full of mismatched sockets and rusted screwdrivers, looking a bit dull but otherwise solid. I paid two dollars for it, took it home, and tossed it into my "emergency" bag. Fast forward three months, and there I was, squeezed under the kitchen sink with water dripping on my forehead, realizing my fancy, high-end adjustable wrench was just a hair too thick to fit into the tight gap behind the basin nut. I grabbed the Great Neck, and it slid right into place. ...