06.08.01
It is entirely amazing of what people are capable, when placed in a properly motivational situation.
Let me offer up the following true situation as an example:
While Susan is entirely incapable of reliably programming the VCR to record any certain show*, she turned into some kind of freaking MacGuyver when her vibrator broke.
The little metal prong that completes the circuit that conveys the current from one of the batteries to the part of the vibrator that makes the whole thingamajig vibrate, somehow managed to break off and disappear**. A frantic late night search through the junk drawer in the kitchen apparently yielded up a paperclip and some strapping tape, and with a litte bending, tweaking and swearing, and some judicious tape placement, viola! Things are back to normal, and Susan is as pleasant to be around as ever.
I like to hope that there's a little trouble-shooting MacGuyver in all of us, utterly prepared to fix a leaky faucet with some bellybutton lint and a piece of chewing gum, repair a broken toilet merely using a Snuggle dryer sheet and a piece of string, or mend a broken relationship with only a flashlight and some toilet paper.
I like to think that very much.
*Strangely, no one ever askes her to tape anything for them, perhaps for fear that instead of Buffy, they'll score the first half of some war documentary showing on the History Channel, or that instead of Martha, they'll end up with a tapeful of An Hour of Faith.
**Dude, I don't know how it happended, it just did. Consider it amazing that I am aware of the entire incident in the first place. I certainly do.
