EASYDRIVER ratcheting ball screwdriver. For many years I didn't use a cordless drill, and the forearms hurt getting out all them cabinet screws. The EASYDRIVER made things alot faster and easier. Now with the onset of arthritis the ball shape is ALOT easier to put torque on compared to a typical screwdriver handle. They came in 2 sizes (2 1/4" and 1" balls), and had a handful of extensions and driver adaptors so I could use whatever 1/4" stuff I wanted. My collection keeps growing.
That's funny. The Easydriver is on the bottom of my list of tools. But, I have my reasons.
I was in my teens working at a hardware store & got to go to my first convention. It was a hardware show where they tried to sell all the new products to stores like ours.
The Easydriver screwdriver was new on the market & was being demonstrated. It had a huge hard plastic handle with small ridges. The concept was supposed to be that the larger diameter handle gave you more leverage.
It was the usual type setup. A very pretty woman running the demo. An inferior tiny handled screwdriver to represent the competition. A scale that young guys like me were invited to turn with both screwdrivers to demonstrate the added turning power of the new product. It was planned out perfectly. Almost.
When I got to the scale, of course I had to impress the pretty woman with my incredible strength, even with that tiny competitor's screwdriver. She stood very close & watched over my shoulder as I moved the scale a respectable amount even with the first silly little screwdriver. Then my dream girl handed me the new miracle tool. I was inspired to sell her product. I was nervous with her standing so close that you could feel her presence right there. It was time to show how fantastic her new tool was. But by that point my hands were so sweaty that I could not grip the slick plastic handle with the tiny ridges.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold on to the handle enough to turn the scale anywhere near as far as I had with the first silly screwdriver. She said something about me joking around, & to really turn it. I couldn't. She looked at me as if I was purposely undermining her financial future by blowing the demo. I didn't want to admit to her that my sweaty palms were the cause. So I mumbled something about the grip slipping & I slipped off into the crowd. I went back to my hardware store a lonely man. I still hate that tool.
