I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
"Damn... No spoffle-pins in stock? " "We get them delivered direct, what size spoffle pin did you want, small medium or large?" "Ummm I suppose I'd better get a large, just in case"
"It's on its way"
btw: I used to live about ten miles south of Mikkeli.