A few years ago my Dad went back to Hong Kong to look after his Mum for a while, and told me to pop in on the house from time to time.
So there was a big storm with high winds, and when I went round a tree had toppled over from next door into his drive, couldn't even pull in.
I looked around, but my Dad's not much of a gardener and had fuck all to deal with it, so I knock the neighbours door and go "So... you've probably noticed, but the tree fell down - don't suppose you've got anything to deal with it at all?"
Chap comes back with this hand axe, kind of hatchet type thing - maybe a foot and a bit in length, perhaps 4 inch blade.
I look at it, and at the tree, back to the axe, back to the tree, shrug and figure it's better than nothing.
So I have at it, start trying to break this fucking thing down. I'm at it for about an hour, sweat dripping off me, barely a dent made, and he comes back out and goes "I don't know if this might help, but I've got this chainsaw?"
I'm looking at him, blinking...I mean, yeah, y'know what - I think that probably *would* help. Quite a lot actually. Would've helped more if you'd offered it to me A FUCKING HOUR AGO, but that's great, thanks a lot...