>be me one day
>go to Houston hardware dump
>people nostalgia for the old family hardware store
>yeah but at least it can find shit in a Lowes and they have mostly everything
>this place is like a garden shed, but it's store sized
>need a ez out to remove a broken bolt
>wander the aisles, no organization to anything, can't find shit
>ask one of the people behind the counter
>this usually goes one of two ways, the person behind the counter is either friendly and happy to help, but is too retarded to do anything actually useful, so you end up wasting your time or the person knows their shit but is so gruff and up his own ass about it that he's insulted that you don't know what he knows and acts like you're a fag for asking for help
>I got the tard this go around
>find myself having to tell a hardware store employee what an ez out looks like
>he points me towards the most chineseium metric tap set that ever existed
>no, that's not it but close
>look in that area
>nope
>tard spends the next 10 minutes at my elbow trying to help me find something he doesn't know anything about
>I finally find one near the cheapest orange plastic handle Chinese screwdrivers wholesale money can buy
>buy it, take it home, instantly break it
Fuck.