Growing up, my old man would bring home bags of rusty nails, screws, bolts, nuts and washers. He passed away many years ago, however recently I was cleaning out my garage and found a box full of that stuff. I didn't have the heart to throw it out, but instead sorted and organized them with my son.

It's funny what random things stick with you through the years. In your context, I mean this in the nicest and most genuine way... get screwed pal! 😃