Terry picks me up for work in his new car. It's a dark green miniature station wagon. On the drive out to the airport, where we work cleaning airplanes for Continental, I notice a small plastic rectangle on the floor near my feet. I have previously noticed a hole in the console that appears to be the same size. So I pick up the piece of plastic and slip it into the hole. It snaps neatly into place.
Terry stops mid-sentence in whatever he was talking about and says, "Two bolts and two screws."
I look at him. "Pardon?"
He repeats, "Two bolts and two screws. Oh, and about 20 minutes on my back with my head wedged against the accelerator."
When I simply stare at him blankly, he goes on, "That's what it took for me to remove it, so I can install the radio."
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