how does anyone work this blasted contraption

Dad: LOL you’re a girl! Why are you even trying to do that. That’s not girl stuff to do! Why don’t you wait for Kevin to do it!?

Me: Dad, I’m going to be getting my PhD I should be able to handle a drill just fine… (urge to kill rising)

Dad: Omg don’t get mad at me! I’m just saying that’s boy stuff, you don’t know how to do that!

Me: Maybe if someone bothered to teach me these things instead of assuming I won’t be able to do them because I’m a girl, I wouldn’t have such a hard time trying to learn them myself.

Dad: Oh Jesus, are you really gonna start this?

I swear to god I don’t know how I am related to him. Incidentally, this is from the man who gave me Lincoln logs and hot wheels and Lego to play with as a child.

Also, if he weren’t there to tell me I couldn’t do it, I probably would have called Kevin like an hour ago to complain. Something about his annoying Philly accent makes me want to be the president and pistol whip him in the face with a power drill.