the hammer
i brought a few friends along to my 95 year-old grandfather’s 95th birthday party. this is a more or less accurate transcription of their introduction:
raynor: grandpa, i’d like you to meet my friends, doug, orson, and peter.
doug, orson, and peter: nice to meet you, sir.
my 95 year-old grandfather: do you fellahs ever take showers together?
doug, orson, and peter (looking at me nervously): no, sir.
my 95 year-old grandfather: then how do you know which one of you gets to be nicknamed the hammer?
and that is how doug got his nickname.
