I thought my only object of attention at the local hardware store was a bundle of brown paper lawn refuse recycling bags.
But some stocker knew better than that.
Next to the register sat The Doohickey.
Didn’t your dad used to call anything with a name that somehow escaped his mind that wonderfully sounding nonsensical word?
A smart guy banked his million-dollar idea on the universal affection for the Doohickey.
The little gadget opens bottles, measures inches, cuts boxes, drives screws and wrenches loose stuff that needs wrenching. My goodness of all goodnesses, it even clips carbiners!
The back packaging goes on with more explicit details.
Put the Doohickey in your pocket and you’ll never be at loss for a tool to try. You will be a Doo Gooder, admired by all for your resourcefulness.
And this baby is small! It’s barely bigger than your last two quarters rubbing together.
The pricing is right, too, at a mere $4.99.
I am now the proud owner of my own Doohickey. I vow to bring it in my pocket everywhere. Except that airplane flight coming up …
Happy Father’s Day, everyone! May there be plenty of Doohickeys and not so many Thigamajigs in your future.
Doohickey or thigamajig for your word of escape? Would you fall for this pitch or go on home without your own Doohickey? What did you get or buy this Father’ Day?