Today a very large box was delivered to our door. It came from the main office of my agency in Iowa. I had no idea what they might be sending me. For such a large box it certainly didn't weigh much.
Inside the box was this gift-wrapped surprise in charcoal black paper with a jet-black ribbon. I had already disassembled it but photographed the remains so you could get the idea. It was quite morbid and I was wondering if this was some elaborate way of informing me that I was being discharged from their employ.
I was stunned and baffled upon opening this gift. "What the fuck is it?" I asked myself. I looked at a tag and realized it was not from my employer but from a cable network in Canada called "Scream." Think scary/horror programming. I guess they sent it to the main office where it was then forwarded to me at company expense.
I was trying to figure out if it was a cleverly packaged t-shirt promoting the network, but there was only half of it with one arm sticking out. txrad was standing near me watching this drama unfold, and we were both asking, "what the fuck??"
Then I read the card...
Excuse me? The "boyfriend replacement arm?" Oh, yeah. Right. Because the females are all so scared during "supernatural, suspense and thriller" programming that they need to cling to a man. Of course.
Being a real masculine he-man who has never been scared of any scary film (because guys just don't get scared you know!), I obviously don't need this. But as a gay man, I can certainly find some uses for a boyfriend replacement arm.... a handjob on the sofa perhaps during a hot porn flick.
Jesus H. Christ... what a waste. Someone was paid money to dream this idea, concoct it, then someone was paid to make this shit, then someone was paid to transport it from Canada to the US, THEN my company paid to ship it on to me, taking up valuable space on a Fed-Ex truck with a completely unnecessary trip out to kona ranch to deliver something for which I have absolutely no use whatsoever.
This will end up in my dumpster, requiring a garbage truck to haul it out to a landfill where it will continue to take up space. What a colossal waste.
Oh, Canada. How you disappoint me. I thought you were better than us.