This sounds like something Andy Rooney would say. (The old dude on 60 Minutes that says, "Have you ever . . ?")
Have you ever walked through the house and found a miscellaneous screw just lying somewhere?
Where does this screw go?
Did it fall out of something?
Do I need to save it?
Can I throw it away?
How much time do I waste trying to figure stuff like this out?
Why do I do this?
Because I so sincerely want to do the right thing. Always. All the time.
That's a good thing not a bad thing. I don't do it right all the time, but I'm trying.
