Corporate Rambo
When the husband comes home from work, he empties his pockets into a small basket on his night table.
So, in the morning, as he gets dressed for work, he stands next to the bed and loads his pockets back up.
This morning, I peered bleary-eyed from my pillow and watched as he:
- tucked his wallet into his back pocket
- strapped on his watch
- slid a pen into his breast pocket
- dropped his keyring into a pants pocket
- clipped a cell phone to his belt
- secured his company ID tag to his waistband
"Watching you gather all your gear is like watching that scene in Rambo when he straps on all his weapons," I observed.
The husband puffed out his chest. "I am... Corporate Rambo!"
Yeah, you are.
I'd like to see you try to blow something up with your Frankenwatch.
7 comments:
Hehehheheeee! Mine does the same - only I have strategically placed bowls all around the house to catch his stuff.
And he's more like inspector gadget... ;)
heh. Mine, too. Although he stands at his desk, which btw, is in our bedroom.
And mine would be what would happen if Inspector Gadget and Inspector Clouseau were one person.
Actually I was thinking it kinda sounded like me.
yikes......
Tammi
thank God there is no conversation about pocket protectors....lol
How un-PC...clipping his ID on his waist. That means women have to look down...at his, err, pride.
My hubby loads himself down every morning too. I have no idea how he can be comfortable with all that junk in his pants pockets.
I watch Pan doing the same and I'm with Lukie, how in the world can they ever be comfortable.
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