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As I age, I find more and more things that make me think "now THIS is what a man would be good for."
I'm trying to hang new blinds. My cheap ass cordless screwdriver wouldn't go into reverse, so I could fix what I fucked up before (attested to by the sound of blinds falling to the ground in another room.) Now I can't get it to go into forward. I have no stepping device, so I'm working in the air, and the morning sun is blinding me.
So I'm thinking of a man walking in here, power drill in a tool belt. I hear the music from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. The man takes the drill from his holster, twirls it a couple times, and in seconds my blinds are hanging straight and proud.
I look at him with unfettered adoration. I bat my eyes. I invite him to come to supper, but alas, the land is his girl, and he jumps on his horse, tips his hat, and turns to ride off into the sunrise.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
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