Set the alarm clock for 4:30 am. Spinal surgery tomorrow so today was nuts. Running errands to pick up supplies for my return in 5 days.
This left one final chore. Little did I know it would take all afternoon and lead me from one end of Reno to the other, and every damned place in between.
My holy grail? 1.6 MM width fishing line. This is some big-ass line. Started at Wal-Mart. Nope. Sent to another sporting goods store. Nope. Then Cabella’s. Nope they were out. Mind you I had a sample of the width I wanted. Finally was recommended to Sportsmen’s Warehouse.
I approached a young clerk first. He couldn’t help me. then he called over an old-timer who had appeared to have been at the store since it opened…probably in the 50’s.
The senior clerk shook his head and headed to the back room. After about 10 minutes he returned empty handed. I thanked them and turned to leave. That’s when the old guy said ‘Say! what do you need this for?’ It’s over 100 pound test. both employees looked at me. I replied ‘Well, I have surgery tomorrow and have to remove my nipple piercings. They’re metal.’ The poor rednecks’ chins dropped as I said ‘Well you asked!’
They howled with laughter as I walked off smiling.
There was a happy ending (no not that kind you perv). I’d had the fishing line recommended by the piercing shop, but I had also ordered two plastic retainers online. they looked way too small.
Returned to Black Hole (the piercing shop) and told them my dilemma. At which point the owner said ‘No what you need is weed-whacker plastic.’ I said ‘Look, can you just try these retainers and see if they work.’
They fit. Barely.
Good thing. I’d hate to see the expression on the guy in the garden department at Sears when I explained it to him.
See you next week. Gone fishing.