When Earl went out to his shed to get his set of screwdrivers to do a job there was a screwdriver missing. That put him in a grumpy mood.
“Where did you put my screwdriver?” he asked his wife.
“I didn’t touch them,” she said.
That was typical. She always claimed she never touched his stuff and she always had. She never returned things back to their right place.
“I’m off to the pub for a while,” he grumbled.
As he got in his car he sat on the missing screw driver. Then he remembered.
It put him in a worse mood than before.