I wish I had a job like T-rex where I could buy toys and say they are for work.
T-rex: “I need this new clipboard”
T-rex: “It’s for work.”
I later find out it has lots of lights, which makes it a toy.
T-rex: “I need some ammo”
Me: “Look in the dryer!”
T-rex: “No, I really need some ammo, I have to go shoot so I can practice for qualifications”
Me: “No, really, go look in the dryer”
No one can tell me a guy needing ammo is anything other than for fun, and that makes ammo a toy.
T-rex: “I need a new flashlight”
Me: “Why? You already have one the department gave you”
T-rex: “Because Popeye has one that is brighter.”
Oh my gosh! Again with the lights, shinny things count as toys!
T-rex: “Look at this cuff key, I want one.”
Me: “No, you already carry 3 with you at all times, the guys in your class even made fun of you for it”
T-rex: “Yeah but I will never not have a cuff key, and this one is cool”
Okay anything he already has 3 of and calls cool is a Toy!!
T-rex: “I need a new gun”
Me: “Oh really? What is wrong with the ones you have, you only have two hands!”
T-rex: “I don’t have a XYZ 900, and it would be better for (whatever he said) and the one the department gave me is (whatever he didn’t like about it)
Me: “um . . . . . . .”
Yep it’s a toy!
How lucky he is! I want toys too! But if he talks about getting me a gun for my birthday again I might just kick him!