A lesson from an old timer in a hardware store parking lot
I was picking up some mud in Eugene maybe ten years back, feeling rushed on a Friday. This guy, must have been in his seventies, was loading a beat-up truck with a stack of 5/8 inch board. He saw me struggling to fit a box of corner bead in my car and just walked over, took it from me, and showed me how to angle it against the seat. He said, 'Kid, the board is patient. You ain't.' We got to talking and he told me about hanging rock with a hammer and hatchet before drywall screws were even a thing. Said the real skill wasn't in the speed, but in knowing how a wall would settle over a winter. That stuck with me more than any tool talk ever has. Anyone else have a moment like that, where some old advice just clicked way later on a job?