There was a knock at the door. I answered. “Do you have a wrench?” the neighbor boy asked, showing me his skateboard.
“Let me see,” I said, and I went to the toolbox, grabbing a monkey wrench, which I figured could be adjusted to fit anything.
“This?” I asked. He said no. He pointed to something on his skateboard and explained that the wrench needed to fit in there.
So I went back to the toolbox. I thought maybe a phillips screwdriver would fit in the hole.
“This?” I asked. Then the neighbor boy started laughing.
“Allen wrench!” the neighbor boy’s brother yelled from downstairs.
“Oh,” I said. “Just a sec.” I looked in the toolbox. There were free wrenches from Ikea.
“This?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, as I handed it to him and he tried it.
“You could have it,” I said. I can’t remember if he said thank you.
