Last night Rob (my husband) and I were cleaning out the office, in preparation for painting the walls. We moved out everything from the closet, the desk and the shelves, then started the process of disassembling the shelves and his dad's desk so we could get them out the door. There were TONS of paper clips, so I started putting them in a pint sized canning jar. I couldn't believe how many there were, and asked Rob about it. He told me that he and his dad used to make paper clip "footballs" and shoot them through their outstretched fingers. He said that he was always the best shooter, and his dad always said he cheated. I told Rob that I used to do that too, and if his dad was still alive, I would have been the winner in the house.
While I was waiting for my husband to come back with a screwdriver, I noticed that we had spilled some paper clips, and proceeded to pick them up and put them in the jar. While I had my back turned to the doorway, I heard what I thought was my husband's footstep, followed by something bouncing off my head twice. I turned around to give him an earful for messing around and such, but he wasn't there. I walked out into the hallway to see if he was joking with me, and I didn't see him there either.
So I said my usual, "Look, Brad, we REALLY need to get this done, so PLEASE don't mess around right now." (For those that haven't read my previous story, Brad was my father-in-law, who passed on.)
I went back into the office, and found 2 little brass-looking paper clips, sitting not far from where I had bent over to pick up the others. I smiled a bit and picked them up to place them in the holder. Rob was taking forever downstairs, so I called him from one floor away on his cell to tell him to get a move on. He laughed and said he was on his way back up right now, and asked me why didn't I answer when he called my name. I told him that I hadn't heard him call me, and asked him what he needed.
He came back in and told me that he was out looking for a screwdriver, and he thought I had thrown something at him. When he turned around, he didn't see me, but that I had left behind my weapon. He opened his hand and showed me 2 brass-looking paper clips. I told him what had just happened to me, and we laughed a bit.
While Rob got to work taking apart the desk, I occupied myself with sealing up boxes so as not to get any paint on the books, important papers or office supplies we had just removed from the desk. All the sudden I hear Rob say, "Really? You just bawled me out for wasting time, and now you're throwing stuff at me?" I turned around and told him I had no idea what he was talking about, I hadn't thrown anything this time either. I told him that I had a tape gun in my hand, and wasn't even facing his way. He looked down and sure enough, there were 2 more brass-looking paper clips. He laughed and said, "Alright, dad, you were the BEST paper clip kicker EVER, and we bow to you!"
As the day went on and we started moving stuff out into the garage, all was quiet. Not a single paper clip was thrown. It seems that my father-in-law disagreed with my husband and I on who exactly was the best paperclip kicker.:)