Primers are non existent down here.
I don’t even look when I go to the store. Don’t need any, may never need any, so I don’t want to tempt myself to be one of those Boomer-Hoarders.
It’s a natural urge to glom onto stuff you
might need; reflects my depression-era parentage, I think. When I was still working, any little odd bits of hardware; nuts, bolts washers, tie-wraps etc I encountered went in my pocket for “someday”. That stuff has saved my bacon a number of times.