Informative, Mini Story, Word Prompt

RDP Monday: slinky

Written for RDP, where sgeoil asks us
 to get creative with the word “slinky”.
Thanks, Heather! Here’s my take.

© Amazon

Do you remember Slinky? I sure do! I got one for Christmas when I was a kid. We got our kids Slinkys, and our grandkids, too. The most disappointing toy ever! When will we learn? I never found Slinky to be much fun so why we perpetuated the tradition is a mystery. Slinky would never go down the stairs as advertised; half a step, maybe, or one step and then it would just sit there, a useless disappointing coil.

Laser beams from your eyes
might make it move, kid!
© Facebook

The only thing Slinky has been good for is getting caught up in our granddaughter’s hair.

Not our granddaughter –
just another disappointed kid.
© Facebook

A couple of Slinkys in one room at the same time, and somebody’s gonna lose an eye! And once it gets a kink in it, it gets tossed into the trash or that junk draw we all have with things that stopped working a decade ago.

Not my idea of kinky fun!
© Facebook

This is bullshit! It’s false advertising, and it pisses me off! I wonder if the date of purchase for my Slinky has expired or if I can still return it.

NAR©2026

The kids in this commercial are having too much damn fun. They must be high on sugar because it sure ain’t the damn Slinky.

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20 thoughts on “RDP Monday: slinky”

    1. That’s quite a sweet deal they have going. A toy of coiled metal that doesn’t really do anything, doesn’t work very well, and isn’t much fun to play with yet people have been buying it since 1945. Who’s stupid? Not the Slinky maker! 🤑

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  1. Back in the day, you know, 1950s, I had one of those things. Go downstairs, nope, get tangled up, yep. We finally stretched it out and used the wire to hold things together. Not a fun toy, akin to the cardboard rocket ship sold on the back pages of comic books. I had one of those too.

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      1. I waited for weeks to get my cardboard rocket ship. Mr. Mister, our neighbor and aircraft designer put it together for me since I was a kid and couldn’t follow the Martian directions. When done, I asked where is the engine? He said don’t worry, he’ll come up with one. He brought over an old lawnmower motor and sat in in the back. I was set to go to Mars. All that stuff was pure junk designed to take a kids pop bottle money. Everything was better after my father fell into the thing and crushed it. We burned it like a Viking funeral in the back yard, then I blew up what was left with Cherry Bombs.

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