Skinamarinky dinky dink. Contacts.
“Have you seen my contacts? These skinamarinky dinky dink tiles are about to drive me crazy! I thought I could use my reading glasses to pull out the letters I need but they’re useless!”
Frank was having the mother of all bad days. He woke up with a headache, left his wallet on the table, forgot his coffee, but was fortunate enough to have located his cellphone in his coat pocket. Murphy had him by the cajones today.
He needed to get the type set by ten. Calling his wife again, “Mildred, have you seen my contacts?”
“Again, Frank, no!”