Oz is trying to put his roof racks on his car, which involves actually finding the various pieces from where they've dispersed throughout the lower story of his house. He finds many more things in the process too. When he arrives at my house he is roof-rack-less, but he's fiddling with a little multi-tool.
"What is it?" I get hold of it. There's a screwdriver and multiple wrenches. From one end, I withdraw a T-shaped tool which looks like a little ball peen hammer. "And this is what? A little hammer to tap the pope on the head to see if he's dead? In case you see any dead popes lying around?"
"It's a hex key."
"I knew that. You'd think they'd use a gold hammer instead of a silver one, because silver tarnishes and it's not like the church doesn't have plenty of gold."
"Uh huh. That they had mined in South America by little children, whipped by Jesuits." Oz rolls his eyes and retrieves most of the tool kit. "Give me my pope hammer back."
177 words | April 9, 2005 11:03 PM | Real true story