My neighbor started selling knives at a local flea market after he retired. The old fellow who had a booth across the way died, and two older women bought the stock from it. Lots of golf clubs. They found his old antique tools (that he also sold) and figured the rusty relics were junk. They loaded up the lot and took them to the dumpsters. One box of screwdrivers might be useful to someone, they figured. So they gave it to my neighbor.
He let some of his friends sort through the box and take a screwdriver for free. He told me to take whatever I wanted. I took a half dozen maybe. He kept a few for himself, then got tired of lugging it around and gave me what was left of the box. More than a hundred screwdrivers. Good ones, old ones, junk. I kept maybe a dozen more, then swapped the rest for something or other. Stanley was in that lot. Best wishes. G