Tim doesn't understand men who stumble into bars after work, drinking themselves senseless to return to wallowing wives. He doesn't get the appeal of physically dominating a woman or child, pummeling them into mindless submission.
Maybe that's why he doesn't quite fit in with the burly blokes down at the local tavern. Too brutal in thoughts and too swift to deliver punishment.
That's why, he's sure, that the pub isn't where he goes to in the hours between work and home.
He goes to the tool store.
Ah yes, the shining silver, the reflecting surface of the next high-powered engine, motors gleaming, wrenches, screwdrivers, drills, hohoho! Being in that store is almost as good as using them in his garage. Almost.
He loves his tools, that's a given really. Ever since he was a boy this has been the object of his desire.
Well, at least until Jill came along…it's still close though really.
But what draws him to the store every evening isn't merely it's seduction, but also the knowledge that he is taking a stand. One that pulls him apart from the typical beer belly dad. He won't miss his kids' concerts, recitals – whatever – on account of sitting behind the bar, he won't disappoint them, he won't ever come home in a drunken rage to beat on his wife.
Tim goes to the store to quell the craving for that male atmosphere.
Why?
He doesn't ever want to hurt his family.
Next up: 06 - restaurant
