Wednesday morning, I asked Hick if he was ever going to leave. Him not having a current project has wreaked havoc with my routine. Hick is usually up at 5:30 a.m., and gone by 6:15. Without a purpose, he has been sleeping in. Until 7:00. Then he hangs around a bit. That's usually when I doze off after my 6:00 phone call to The Pony.
"I'm waiting for the hardware store to open. The gal don't get there before 8:00. I'll leave in a few minutes. By the time I get my donut, she'll be open."
"What do you need from the hardware store?"
"I need some... uh, well... heh, heh. They're called sex bolts. They have another name, but everybody calls them sex bolts. They have one end that goes into another end."
"Like nuts and bolts?"
"No. One side's not threaded. They just fit inside each other. And then nothin' don't stick out. They're used for stuff like holding a saw blade in the handle. Or parts of a gun or BB gun. I need some to make repairs to some of my inventory at my shop."
I kind of understood when he gave the saw blade example. Then later Hick came home with a paper sack of sex bolts, and showed me a couple.
"She didn't have as many as I wanted. Said nobody does. The supplier is out. I need to find somewhere to get my sex bolts."
I'm not sure EVERYBODY calls these gadgets by that name. I've never heard it before.
No comments:
Post a Comment