“Hey, Sam. Help you?
“Howdy, Rich. I just need some screws. I can find ‘em my ownself.”
Sam shuffled down the aisle, and Rich stayed put in his seat behind the counter. Five minutes later Sam reappeared, puffing a little from his walk, and tossed a couple small boxes on the counter. Rich rang them up. “That’ll be $298 even.”
“Now I know why they call them screws,” said Sam, extracting three one dollar bills from his wallet. “You keep the change. Get you somethin’ nice.”