I grew up in a woodshop that was exactly like that. My father was meticulous about everything. It never really took with me though HAHA I have a hard enough time remembering where I left my keys in a 900sq ft house, let alone where the tin snips should go after every use. I have a couple of friends that are just as anal about their tools, as well. Occupational hazard of befriending EEs and guitar techs, I guess?