No Strings Attached

Mr. Fixit needed some new shoestrings for his work boots.  I offered, one evening, to purchase some on my next trip to the store.  I simply needed to know the length, so I would purchase ones that fit his shoes.  No need to purchase, Mr. Fixit said, he had some shoestrings that just might work.

Mr. Fixit had a BOX of shoestrings.  Literally, it was like a rainbow collection of spaghetti.  I never saw so many shoestrings!  Turns out, Mr. Fixit saved shoestrings from all his shoes that had worn out, and then acquired some other places too.  Needless to say, "K" dropped everything and focused his attention on this for the remainder of the evening.  He was quiet for 30 minutes, and diligently tried to figure out this strange "toy!"