What a wonderful lot of replies from all of you! Thank you so much! Such nice folks you all are! I always told myself that the nicest people I ever met were alcoholics.
And I sure got a laugh about some of you sharing my frustrations with putting stuff together from instruction manuals. And I remember, many years ago, on a hot day outside of Kansas City when my wife and I were trying to assemble a "teeter totter" for the kids, how insanely frustrated we both got, since the whole thing seemed to have to be screwed together under terrific tension, so that the metal parts were held under terrible strain. That put our marriage to the test you can be sure!
As far as I am concerned, the great icon of alcoholism suffering from the tyranny of inanimate objects was W.C. Fields. Just witness his unforgettable performance in "The Golf Specialist", where he vainly attempted to tee off while struggling to disentangle his club from a bunch of newspapers and an apple pie. They say that he would take a break off the set and have a few sips, remarking, "Who put grapefruit juice in my "grapefruit juice"???
W.