Mr. Putty died.

[tyro]

Now I don’t know how that sad piece of information affects you, but when I was told I laughed heartily.

It isn’t that my sense of humour is that sick nor did I have something against Mr. Putty, but it sounded so funny when I heard it.

You see, I was in a store to purchase some glass to repair a broken window. After going through an algorithm of questions that began by asking for my phone number and worked its way slowly to the thickness of the glass and finally the dimensions, the clerk asked me if I needed anything else.

“Yes.” I replied, “I’ll need some putty.” To which he looked at me and said that Mr. Putty had died.

This is when I laughed. The thought that a product used so extensively in both windows as well as in plumbing had disappeared along with the owner was partially funny, but the inference that the man behind putty was Putty caused me to laugh loudly and I think rudely.

But then I remembered that I had just been to a hardware store for a long list of items and tried to buy some there. The clerk looked around for a while and then called someone to be told that they were out.

So just now I tried to Google some information on this and I can’t find anything to support the claim.

So then I thought, “If Google can’t help me then this is a question for the diverse and impressive mind trust at the Plan B."

[The Hen]

I'm thinking that dear old Mr Putty used to be the store manager out the back of that hardware shop.

He had his favourite off-siders. There was young Whipper-Snipper and the redneck Boxer Hammers. Things just haven't been the same since Mr Putty passed on.

[Sean]

Ah Mr Putty!

The only man I knew who could repair a broken spirit level by inserting a new bubble...