Pluggers by Rick McKee for December 20, 2024

Are you sure it isn’t the thingamajig?

You put it over there … By the Muffler Bearings ;-)

As do Surgeons & certain excellent scrub techs

Wait till you lose the whoziewhatsis—then you got trouble!

Reminds of the some conversations my wife and I had—-‘back in the day’ ! ! !

My wife has this magical way of finding things: she tells me what she is looking for and POOF! it appears. Doesn’t work the other way around.

I love this!

well … sometimes he does have to say something like, “The other thing with the thingy on it that does that thing.”

Read today’s One and Done.

Husband can ask where something is and I say right in front of you and he still can’t see it.

Thingamabobs and doodads.

One day I glued a bunch of nuts, bolts and screws to gether. When my wife asked me if I had seen that doohinckey for the thinga-ma-bob, I go get it from my work shop and ask if this it. We both have a good laugh. then she can tell me exactly what she’s looking for.

This sounds exactly like a conversation my wife and I would have but this plugger doesn’t know what she means most of the time.

No we don’t! Not always! She could mean anything and the context is often lost to other noises.

Not always. I’ve found that more often than not I get the wrong “thing”. “Weren’t you listening? I mean the other thing!” It’s always safer but not necessarily more informative to ask, “which thing is that?” When both hearing and pronunciation abilities are limited on both sides of the conversation, meaning isn’t always conveyed,

My girlfriend and I were cooking, her daughter was in the kitchen. GF asked me for the “cachunkachunk” and I handed it to her without hesitation. “Okay, you two make me sick” . BTW, that tool is the big, half moon shaped pizza cutter, but we weren’t making pizza.

The deterioration of vocabulary is one of those, you know, thingies.

All Pluggers speak the same language….

My favorite candy bar!

the thing-a-ma-bob that does the job is bibbity-bobbity-boo

Vague memory that it was the carpet-covered store floor display stand we used as a coffee table that we called the Whosis.

It would be so much easier if the thing and “the thing” stayed the same from day to day. Even after 36 years of marriage, I still have to ask “which” thing, and which “thing”!