On my second day of work, at 3:38 pm, the first shot was fired. Within moments my co-workers were bristling with sophisticated foam-dart-launching technology, and my first Nerf battle was underway. Someone loaned me a long, bolt-action sniper “rifle” with a magazine that held about ten darts. I didn’t dive into the thick of the conflict, but I did take opportune shots when targets presented themselves. I also experimented with bouncing shots off the ceiling, trying to hit my coworkers from above. That wasn’t very successful.
One thing was clear: If I intend to survive among Apple’s finance help line employees, I’d better start packing heat. Plastic-tipped foam heat, to be precise.
Toward that end the light of my life visited our local Target, where she discovered just how elaborate the Nerf arsenal has become. Not knowing what my co-workers were packing, she didn’t want me to have some completely over-the-top weapon if no one else was that crazy. So, she bought a pistol that fired suction-cup darts (which I have dubbed “hollow points”) and had a cool little laser-like sight mechanism.
My sweetie brought it home and, much like a ten-year-old on Christmas morning, I liberated the weapon from the confines of its packaging and checked it out.
The gun used a pneumatic plunger driven by a spring to propel the darts. Unfortunately, the plunger was not very good a plunging, and the darts barely made it out the end of the gun. I was thwarted by plastic/pneumatic impotence. Sad times.
My ever-supportive sweetie has made another trip to Target to trade in The Little Pistol that Couldn’t for another model. I have assured her that it will not be possible to upstage my co-workers. “Large magazine, short barrel,” I have told her.
When I get home this evening my new cubicle warfare equipment might be waiting for me. What will it be like? I can’t wait!
I hope the days of playing grinder darts helped you out!
I’ve heard there was once a time when people going to their place of employment worried about what color cloth to wear around their necks and down the face of their shirts.
Barbaric, uncivilized times those must have been!
Well, I just got a six shot revolver with suction darts. It makes a great cat toy, in that the human gets as much if not more entertainment than the feline. I’ve got a friend who’s got the sniper rifle, and another who has a tommy gun.
john wants to know if outsiders can join in; he just bought two new nerf guns and a 100 pack of ammo. one of the guns was originally for peter, but… well, ya know.