Man living in a 120 year old house means it’s always wall roulette any time you want to hang anything. Is that a brick, or is it fake mortar with the consistency of hummus. Who knows let’s find out
No, it's "D": The cable that goes to your lights in the kitchen two rooms farther but some idiot decided to run it through the walls taking the scenic route.
An old army buddy of mine once said with the purest rage: "It don't matter which way I fuckin turn it! It ALWAYS COMES BACK TO LEFT!!" after hearing righty-tighty lefty-loosy for probably the thousandth time whilst givin er in the wrong direction once again..
He got out of the army as a heavy tank mechanic and went into concrete. I don't even think he owns any tools at all these days.. That's been thirty damn years ago and I'm still fuckin with him about it every now and again..
In the world of gears and screws, they say,
Lies a whimsical dance, a playful array.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they decree,
A rhyme of mechanics, a playful spree.
With a twist to the right, oh, the magic it weaves,
Securing the bond, as it deftly achieves.
Righty tighty, a clockwise turn to bind,
A snug little twist, a connection defined.
Yet the left beckons with its whimsical call,
A twist to the left, a loosening sprawl.
Lefty loosey, a counter-clockwise flow,
Unraveling secrets, it willingly shows.
Righty tighty, lefty loosey, they sway,
A duet of motion, in their mechanical ballet.
Twisting and turning, they whisper in song,
A symphony of movement, where they both belong.
So heed their advice in your mechanical groove,
Righty tighty, lefty loosey, a mantra to prove,
In the dance of mechanics, they hold the key,
A delightful rhyme, a whimsical decree.