It sounds like a bogus knockoff tool to me.
I normally come in from a hunt And do the following:
Trudge through the front of the house to the bathroom.
Pull off my muddy boots and.
Pitch them into the empty bath tub.
Take out my digger and scrub off the mud in the bathroom sink.
And for fun I dry it off on the "do not use" decorative towels.
Wash my hands with her "pretty soap" from the bowl on the vanity.
Returning the mud stained pretty soap to the crystal bowl filled with assorted bars of "do not use" pretty soap.
Again, stopping to use the decorative towels because there are no others!
Step up and take a messy leak without lifting the seat.
Rinse off my hands - because I'm not a total savage.
Walk back down the hall and into the kitchen.
Pour a cup of coffee and head for the living room.
Plop down on the couch and raise the foot rest.
Turn on the TV and cancel any chick flicks set to record on the DVR.
Let the dog come over, pull off my sweaty socks, and lick my toes.
And then enjoy with my coffee while I reflect on my finds.
My wife often says my feet are salty and the dog likes it, but I think he just likes toe jam! It is right about that time when I hear the scream from the bathroom and hear her charging back down the hall spitting fire!
I reach down to my hip and slide the digger out of the holster and begin to pick my teeth with it as she steps between me and the television. I then look up in simulated surprise, smile with a crazed grin on my face and say, oh so this is where we get to discuss the shed I want out back, or is it about my need to get *My* garage back which is currently packed full of your junk that never sees the light of day honey? I then start spinning the shiny and sharp digger between my hands and she normally mutters in frustration and quietly walks away....... I figure I'll have the garage back with a standing sink by the washing machine by early fall this year!
It's not about being difficult, its about equity. She owns every room in our house, all I want is my damn garage back......