A friend called me recently, asking to borrow my staple gun. "I don't have a staple gun," I told him. "Yes, you do, we stretched your canvases with it last spring."
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Oh. Yes. We sure did. But oh, yes, I borrowed that staple gun from my boss, and I don't have it. I don't think. Let me check... Ohmigod, there it is, still in my toolbox! I borrowed that thing last April! I have to get this back!... Well, after I loan it out again, I will promptly return it!
So, I brought the thing back to my boss yesterday, saying "I am mortified that I have held on to your staple gun for 8 months. I am so sorry." And he said: "That's not my staple gun; mine is green." I'm pretty sure it's his though, so he takes me to the garage and proves it to me: Ta-DUH, THERE is his green staple gun, I can see it with my very eyes.
Now what? Is this MY staple gun? Did I go buy one when I needed it last spring? Was it just there in the toolbox that I got custody of after the divorce? Or did I borrow the damned thing from someone?!! The accompanying staples don't even look familiar, they have an old-timey sticker price tag on them!
Is this YOURS? If it is yours, give me a call, and I'll get it back to you, and, really, I apologize in advance for keeping it so long.
It's not mine. Mine is yellow.
ReplyDeleteIt's not mine. I used mine just two days ago to hang some Xmas lights (yeah, I know you're not supposed to do that). Oh wait, that's DAVE's staple gun.
ReplyDeleteFreakin' hysterical. It's MINE dammit! Clearly you somehow beamed it out to you from my toolbox and I wants her back! She'sa gotta sentimental-a value!
ReplyDeleteLOL! Andy, is it really yours?
ReplyDeleteYou can't have a staple gun.. you'll shoot your eye out. RS
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