My husband had this enormous adjustable crescent wrench. It was three feet, maybe longer, and heavy. Got broke down on a busy highway once. Smoke or steam, couldn’t tell which. Open the hood, can’t see where it comes from. So mad! I go to the trunk, mostly to think. I see that wrench. I grabbed it, went around to front of car. I raise that wrench high over my head. I hear screeching tires, and a man’s voice asking if I needed help. Turned out that wrench was the handiest tool my husband had. When I told him what I did, my husband blanched.