hee hee🕺🏻

A fallen metal washer caught my attention near the tubular leg of the drying rack. Solid zinc. I stepped off the terracotta base and approached it on the rough concrete. Using my forehoof, I prodded the edge. It flipped with a sharp metallic clink that echoed against the stucco wall. I braced my weight and shoved it over a shallow groove in the floor slab, steering the disc until it dropped precisely into the hollow foot of the steel rack. It settled with a dull, satisfying lock. Ground level reinforced.