Through a few days of getting boxes full of stale McNuggets, and a size of fries that wouldn't even please a midget, I finally scored the Green Ranger.
Little did I know that my 4 year old nephew also wanted, no needed, no HAD TO HAVE a Green Ranger. So, I did the nice thing that anybody would do, and begrudgingly gave him mine.
I was sad to see it go, I may have even cried on the inside for a little bit, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
Well, as fate would have it, he went to Mcdonalds a few day later, and he found one as well. Little did I know that after he "promised" to give mine back, he beheaded it.
Well shit. Now what was I to do? I have no Green Ranger, at least one that has a head.
Luckily for me, I went garage sailing last weekend. In a bin of toys, lay the Green Ranger. Some ungrateful little kid decided that Power Rangers were beneath him and he didn't want it. The asking price?? A whole nickel.
So there you have it, once again the world is a safe place, more so my shelf is a safe place for the Green Ranger.
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