Even now, on the farm, i find myself stashing just about anything in my jeans. This harmless, though not always wise, habit (which i learned from my father) has been taken to an entirely new level in farmville.
In short, anything goes.
Need a handful of nails, staples, or screws? Pocket 'em. Often i find myself trying to fix or rig something with no one else around. The result - screwdriver in one back pocket, wrench in the other. If it's night, a small flashlight; when i'm out with the horses - hoof pick. (The only tool that doesn't go in a pocket - ever - is my Leatherman. It has a special place on my belt.) Not even feed is exempt. (When socializing horses in the field we stuff our pockets with grain, which is sneakier than carrying a bucket.)
My dad is the pocket master. I am continually amazed by what he can fit in his pockets AND what he can forget he put there. Commonly stowed items include lag bolts, carter keys, sockets, fence wire, nails and screws. Slightly less common ones include sandpaper, rocks (interesting ones, of course), syringes WITH needles still on them, memory cards for his camera and freshly cut pieces of horse hoof (um...that last one was actually me...dogs love to chew on horse hoof clippings). If the washing machine is lucky these things get spilled on the floor or set on the bathroom counter at the end of a tiring day. Otherwise, they make it to the laundry room and...well, we're on our third washer in seven years.
