screwdriver in my pocket?
Mar. 10th, 2009 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wispfoxI have a screwdriver in my pocket.
I know how it got there, but I'm not entirely sure why I - at the time - thought it was the right place to put it. Screwdrivers do not live in my pocket! This particular screwdriver lives next to my bed to help handle the fact that I keep failing to go to the glasses place and replace my glasses whose screw keeps being loose and which is mildly broken.
It was an insufficient screwdriver for the goal for which I took it out of my room, that of dismantling the table that formerly lived in my kitchen/dining area. The screwheads were too big for it, and I apparently decided that my pocket was easier than returning it to my room. I obtained a better screwdriver, used it, and returned that one to its home (I doubt it would fit into my pocket).
This one? This one has been in my pocket for probably 24 hours now. I wondered where I had put it last night when I was going to tighten the screw, but didn't worry about it. It was today, when I was hunting for my nail clippers, and my hair tie, that I figured out what the extra thing in my pocket was.
Oddly, it's not poking me uncomfortably. It's just _there_. In my pocket. With my change, my nail clippers, two chapsticks, and a few hair ties.
I have a screwdriver in my pocket. And maybe, just maybe, I'll remember to put it back where it belongs when I get home tonight. Or maybe it'll continue to live in my pocket.
I know how it got there, but I'm not entirely sure why I - at the time - thought it was the right place to put it. Screwdrivers do not live in my pocket! This particular screwdriver lives next to my bed to help handle the fact that I keep failing to go to the glasses place and replace my glasses whose screw keeps being loose and which is mildly broken.
It was an insufficient screwdriver for the goal for which I took it out of my room, that of dismantling the table that formerly lived in my kitchen/dining area. The screwheads were too big for it, and I apparently decided that my pocket was easier than returning it to my room. I obtained a better screwdriver, used it, and returned that one to its home (I doubt it would fit into my pocket).
This one? This one has been in my pocket for probably 24 hours now. I wondered where I had put it last night when I was going to tighten the screw, but didn't worry about it. It was today, when I was hunting for my nail clippers, and my hair tie, that I figured out what the extra thing in my pocket was.
Oddly, it's not poking me uncomfortably. It's just _there_. In my pocket. With my change, my nail clippers, two chapsticks, and a few hair ties.
I have a screwdriver in my pocket. And maybe, just maybe, I'll remember to put it back where it belongs when I get home tonight. Or maybe it'll continue to live in my pocket.
