One day my grandfather came home from work and presented me with a rubber dollar bill. I am not sure what the point was supposed to be but it was just like having a sheet that behaved like a rubber band.
My father used to measure everything. If someone measured twice and cut once, dad would check one or two times more. He was meticulous and sometimes irritating so. I had to make a stool for Cub Scouts. Mine was the only perfect stool in the pack.