Seven- and Eight-Inch Drills

Telephone number Rob called after scanning through the paper the next day for the number he wanted to call: 945-6036. A very friendly voice on the other end of the line told him to come right on over and gave him the address.

Mike answered the door.

“Hi, I’m Rob. I called about the power drills you have.”

“Well, hello, Rob. Come on in. God, you looked ripped, man. What a lucky day. So, you want to be drilled? Hey, Andre, com’on down here. The bottom who called is here?”

“Huh, excuse me? The name’s Rob Buxton, actually. Oh, the drills. Yes, I came for the drills. Can I see them?”

“Wow, Mike, we’ve got an anxious one,” the beefy Andre said as he appeared at the door. “Well, let’s not keep him waiting. Com’on in, dude. Nice butt, man. Do you work out?”

“Uh, yes,” Rob answered a little confused. “So, where are the drills? In the garage?”