My grandfather lived through the great depression. He also had coffee cans full of nails and screws. If he had built something, but had benta nail, he would go back and straighten it and throw it in a can.

My dad was kind of a nut and built our family home. Not like, paid a company to build it, but built the whole thing, with very little help. Every once in a while my grandad would come down with a can of nails he had straightened, dad would thank him, and just add it to the collection – dad would never use a fastener that was damaged like this, but we accumulated many cans full of re-straightened nails