Screws

Screws

“Randy! Finish the story!”

“Right, right!” Randy said, “So… ah… where was I?”

“You went to Anderson’s to get the screws…”

“Oh yeah. So, apparently it needs short screws, Dad didn’t have any so he told me what to get and sent me to Anderson’s. Did you ever try to find a screw at Andersons? They have like sixty thousand screws! Dad told me what to get but I didn’t have any idea how to find them.”

“So, what did you do?”

“About what?”

“The screws?”

“Oh, yeah. Hey do you have any soda or something? I was gonna get one at the hardware store but all they had was Drizzelight, I don’t really like Drizzelight, do you? It has a tingy flavor…”

“What’s ‘tingy’?”

“You know, fuzzy-ish. Like apple juice.”

“Never mind, finish the story! Did you get the screws?”

“Oh yeah! The screws! Yeah, I had to wait for some guy named Rex to help me, but he was cool! He walked right over to a drawer and pulled out the exact screws Dad told me to get! That guy has brains! Could you ever do that? I can’t even remember which fork is a food fork and which one is a salad fork let alone hundreds of different screws!”

“Randy! I’m assuming you bought the screws? What did you do with them?”

“The clerk put them in a tiny paper bag. It was so tiny! I bet they buy tiny ones just to save some money. I mean you could make like ten bags out of those little bags instead of the small big ones. Ha ha! Small big ones! That’s funny!”

“Randy! The screws!”

“Oh, yeah, here… thanks! I don’t think I know how to fix a door knob.”

“Or how to stop talking…”