I Needed A Screw
Inexplicably, a screw went missing in my kitchen. One of the cupboards in my kitchen has a jointed door, because it’s the door for the cupboard in the corner. I’m probably not explaining that right, so I’ll show you this picture, what with pictures being worth a thousand words and all:
So, yeah, that cupboard. And one day when I opened it, the door sort of flopped funny and I saw that the joint on the bottom had a screw missing. And I couldn’t find the screw *anywhere*. It wasn’t on the floor and it wasn’t in the cupboard. Where the hell could it have gone??
At any rate, I didn’t have any screws of the appropriate size to fix the door in my extensive screw collection ((note: my screw collection comprises a few random screws that I keep in my toolbox and which, for the most part, I have no idea where I got them)). So, as the title of this blog posting suggests, I needed a screw.
And it was the dollar store to the rescue:
And now my cupboard door is fixed! I’m so handy.
Wait, what did you think this blog posting was about?
It has to be asked: You keep screws in your toolbox? Hilarious. Hilarious long time and repeatedly.
Also, I’m tired and full of scotch, so I’m going to bed. w00t!
I do. I keep screws in my toolbox. True story. I mean, where else would I keep them?
You always need a screw.
My husband once spent a couple of months building a gigantic screw as part of a set for the (terrible) Chronicles of Riddick movie. Imagine the potential for jokes…
@Cath – I’ve seen that terrible movie, but I don’t remember the gigantic screw!
I believe it was part of the elevator in the prison. But I’ve tried to erase the whole sorry mess from my memory, so I may be wrong.
The wrap party was in a bowling alley. I should have known right then and there…
Always happy when people get a screw. Its something that we never find when we need it and when we need it, we can’t rest until we get a screw.