I shared this over on HQ and it seemed to be a common senario amongst collectors..
So thought I’d tell you all..
Settle down children and I’ll begin..
Got in from work excited , I was waiting for the Lone Ranger and silver. To arrive
No package , no wife ..
Made myself a cup of tea and went up to my office to do some paperwork.
Open the office door ...package is on my desk..
Bollocks...!! She’s seen it... momentarily putting aside what story I’m going to tell her I eagerly set up LR and his faithful friend.
The phone goes ..work...I talk to them , hang up the phone , I hear the front door open ..”. shit “ I haven’t even rehearsed my story .., could it be disguised as being a book ? , something for work..? Haven’t even thought how much I’m going to take off the price I paid for it..
She’s walking up the stairs , i scrabble around to hide the boxes..ie ( boxes make them look more expensive)
She’s in the room ..”hi “ I say, the first words out of her mouth are “ what was in that box”...
I didn’t have time to hide LR and Silver. So there they are on display, I point to them .. “ a bloody horse “ ( great , she thinks I already had the Lone Ranger). RESULT....
Then the words come out all of us collectors dont want to hear “ how much was that” as I said I didn’t have time to come up with a price she might believe, before I can say anything she says “ that looks expensive”.
I think ...she thinks it looks expensive ....can’t go too low.. in a split second a million things run through my mind..
She thinks it’s just a horse ....GOOD
I can’t say it was a book .....BAD
Can’t tell her it was £90 ...BAD
I think about telling her she looks pretty....BAD. ...she knows that’s not true.
£30 ...... I look at her ...she looks at me....tuts ...”. That’s not bad is it “. Quite good.... I go into a speal about having it as a kid ..blah. Blah blah....... she’s fallen for it
She says ...your not buying any more toys are you , remember we’re going away next month ...”no darling” ( except for the two gi joes I have on order).
I sit in my office pleased with my self on my treachery..
Later that night we’re watching tv , my phone is on the table by my wife, it , makes that message noise , I say have a look and see who that was , she picks it up and says ...is not a message , it’s an email......confirmation....”
“ what’s a G.I. Joe “
There is a moral to this story ....... but I’m buggerd if I know what it is...