So, whenever I'm in Lowe's I always stroll through the tool section on my way out to see if there are any of those familiar yellow markdown tags on anything I need (and keep in mind that on this forum "need" and "want" are synonymous). I mean, it's right there by the registers and it would be a crime to miss out on a deal on something that I wan... um, need. Well on my latest venture, something caught my eye. No, not the aforementioned markdown tag. But a tool that looked out of place, left behind, seemingly trapped in its own individual time warp. A tool with bright yellow lettering that seemed to say, "I don't belong here. Don't get me wrong; all these other fellows are nice guys but they're just not my crowd." To the casual observer, this calling had gone unnoticed. But through knowledge I gained on this incredible forum, I recognized the plight of this misfortunate chap hoping for an appreciative home. Who was this prodigal tool? A "Made in USA", Williams-era 3/8 drive breaker bar. Was this a long lost return? Did some stockboy find it behind the shelves in the warehouse? I didn't care because I actually did "need" one.
But wait, there's more. The nice young cashier girl could not get the scanner to accept the product code. I tried to explain that this tool had long since been discontinued and even showed her the replacement tool hanging on the shelf. She sought the assistance of another nice young girl (apparently one step up the cashier chain of command) but she, although determined, also could not get the computer to recognize this bygone number. She disappeared (presumably to consult with yet another step up on the food chain) but returned with a handwritten number to manually enter a price. And that's the kicker. She gave me a nice discount since, "there was such a delay in making it work." I said, "That's not necessary." She said, "It's already done." I said, "Thank you." And Mr Williams the 3/8th now has a new home in my pickup box amongst some Husky (USA) and SK buddies.
But wait, there's more. The nice young cashier girl could not get the scanner to accept the product code. I tried to explain that this tool had long since been discontinued and even showed her the replacement tool hanging on the shelf. She sought the assistance of another nice young girl (apparently one step up the cashier chain of command) but she, although determined, also could not get the computer to recognize this bygone number. She disappeared (presumably to consult with yet another step up on the food chain) but returned with a handwritten number to manually enter a price. And that's the kicker. She gave me a nice discount since, "there was such a delay in making it work." I said, "That's not necessary." She said, "It's already done." I said, "Thank you." And Mr Williams the 3/8th now has a new home in my pickup box amongst some Husky (USA) and SK buddies.
...... What was the price?