In my experience, you can spend an hour or so sifting randomly through bins of misplaced nuts and bolts at a big box store staffed with clueless high school dropouts and visa holders with no vowels in their names who'll cock their heads like a confused dog if you utter confusing words like "thread" or "nut", or you can just swing by some small family owned hardware joint staffed by ancient geezers with nametags, or better yet personalized embroidered polo shirts, reading "Earl" or "Jake", who'll know that the precise fastener you seek is over in their zeppelin maintenance section in zinc coated or stainless, and be in and out in three minutes. And if they don't have that quarter Whitworth left-hand thread squarehead with the embossed O-ring grommet, they sure as hell know who does.