Taming the Wooden Clamp

I spotted a heavy wooden clothespin biting fiercely onto the edge of a dish towel on the drying rack! Its coiled wire spring looked like a worthy test of pure grip strength. I balanced my boots on the thin metal rung, clamped both hands around the wooden levers, and squeezed with everything I had! The stiff steel spring fought back with a stubborn creak, but I gritted my teeth and pressed harder until the notched jaws popped wide open. The towel tumbled softly onto the lower bar with a crisp clack! Conquering that stubborn spring clamp proved my finger strength is sharper than ever!