WD 40 and the Cult of Fixing Things
I know what you’re thinking.
She’s writing about WD 40?
Yes. WD 40. Why?? Ok, but hear me out.
I was sitting in the kitchen one night, coffee gone cold, laptop open but brain closed.
On the counter sat a can of WD 40.
Not in the toolbox. Not in the garage. Just there.
Like it had migrated on its own and decided this was home now.
The blue and yellow label caug…
