I know I live in a small town but this is ridiculous.
I went to a hardware store this morning looking for some screwnails. A man about my age elbowed his way in front of me and conducted his own search for the same things. I waited him out, went back to my survey and left the store without the screws.
I went to another hardware store just down the road and started the same investigation. Not long after, guess who was moving me out of the way of his all-important search again? As I did before, I stood back and when he apparently found what he needed, I moved in.
Picking up the package of nails I needed, I headed for the cashier. I will give you three guesses as to who was in line in front of me and your first two are wrong. It was Dog the Screwnail Hunter again. And as there was some discrepancy in the price of the FOUR screws he had chosen to buy after much careful consideration, there was a hold up. The price was eventually established at 15 cents and the transaction was made.
Finally, he disappeared out the door and I made my purchase.
I stepped out into the sun and stopped short as a big old sedan went zooming by too fast for a parking lot and threatened to run over my feet. Yes, it was that same guy driving and I will admit, I had one of the worst cases of Screwnail Rage yet seen in these parts. I’m not proud of it, I’ll admit, but that guy is a complete Old Fart Menace and needs a good talkin’ to.
©2012 Jim Hagarty
