A Guide to the Fasteners

I walked down the avenue to inspect the local hardware store during peak afternoon traffic. In aisle five, an elderly customer stood holding a bent screw, looking puzzled before a wall of small compartmentalized bins. I climbed up onto the low wooden display ledge beside the tray dividers. Without rushing, I tapped my felt finger against the matching brass thread in bin 4-B. The customer gave a soft murmur of thanks and took two. Offering a calm, reliable direction makes the whole community grid run just a little smoother.