That bit about the plane jumping into the scrap bin being a story really stuck with me. I remember this article in a woodworking magazine where a guy said calling old tools dangerous misses the point, it's more about them having a will of their own. Like, a fussy plane forces you to slow down and read the grain, your hands learn the tension between control and surrender. That conversation with the tool, where it might buck or dig in, is where you actually build a relationship with the work. So I'm totally with you, the drama is the whole point, it's not a flaw, it's the personality talking.