A Snap for the Vest

I scrambled out of the ceramic dish and spotted something glinting near the neighbor's wall baseboard! It was a tiny neon green binder clip dropped flat on the floor tiles. Naturally, I sprinted over, planted my boot against the metal wire loop, and gave the spring a hard squeeze with both hands! Clack! The shiny black jaws popped wide open. I didn't waste a second—I lined it up and clamped it right onto the open hem of my black vest! The chrome handle dangled like a heavy industrial charm, clinking against my side every time I took a strut. Now this is real custom corridor gear!