I misplace shit. I mean I misplace shit a lot. I can stand at my workbench and not move my feet and suddenly lose a tool I was just using. Funny thing is, even without moving my feet that bastard tool will eventually turn up on a shelf or something on the opposite side of the garage.
That’s the way it was a couple of weeks ago when I finally ended my seemingly endless two week search for the tiny little allen wrench that fit the set screws on a set of vintage rifle sights.
“Piss on it….I give up” I thought as I set my energies on a different course….namely doing something about the slow leak on the front right of the Ford that has required me to seek a source of air every few days for a couple of weeks. The cost came to $24.60 but at least there was no more concern about it going flat on the way to work and as I was coughing up the payment I casually asked….
“ What was it, did I pick up a screw ?”…..
“ Nah…..tiny little allen wrench”……..
Now deep down I’m pretty certain I would never have walked outside to place my beloved little allen wrench out in the driveway…..but then again….
