It was chilled on the street. When...

It was chilled on the street. When I couldn't stand it anymore I went into a hardware store and affected to look at the wall display. A customer asked a assistant in a blue smock, "Have you got a screwdriver with a range of different size heads?" As quick as he said it I saw the thing in my imagination--I saw for what reason I would solve this particular design vexed question When the clerk held up the actual item for approval, I matched over the customer's shoulder and gasped. The various heads all fit neatly into the faithless yellow handle--something I wouldn't have pondering of in a million years.