Someone has invented a resealable chocolate bar wrapper. I must have missed the announcement – was there a need for such a thing? Does this person not know that the average chocolate bar eater consumes the whole darned outfit in one sitting usually lasting about 30 seconds? We do not squirrel it away and portion ourselves out one little square of creamy goodness ever day. Five hefty chomps and the whole thing is gone, as it should be.
I would say a person who reseals chocolate bars for future consumption needs to get himself/herself to a psychiatrist right away as there are obviously some childhood potty training issues to be worked out.
So, instead of working on a way to cure cancer, someone spent a year of his or her life coming up with a resealable wrapper. I could ignore this except for the fact that you have to have the skill and precision of a diamond cutter to open the freakin’ thing. This is not a boycott, but I have to stop buying these stupid bars as I cannot afford the frustration level involved in opening them.
Some day, in my best Able Lincoln style, I will tell you about how things were in the good old days but for now I am busy picking away at this little wrapper like a gerbil with a sunflower seed, except I expect the gerbil is making more progress than me.
I’m starting to hate that little guy.
©2013 Jim Hagarty
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