A little bit of nothing important

I bought an air sport gun today. I meant to purchase a cute little toy gun to go with my Halloween costume (one of the Charlie's Angels...not my idea, just going along with it), but for ten lei and a trip to the toy aisle, I accidentally ended up with the quasi-real thing and I'm quite repulsed with myself. I should have read the details more closely, I shouldn't have grabbed the first fake gun I saw, and I really shouldn't be supporting the toy gun industry. Have you ever had one of those moments where you immediately regret buying something as you're handing the money over? My hate of guns didn't occur to me today until the ten lei bill was out of my hand and the clerk was settling back into her soda and chips. Guns terrify me and I therefore hate them. I don't see how anything remotely good could come out of something that was created for one purpose: death. And we make toys out of them for children! And I bought one! And then I write about how annoyed I am that I bought one!