I’m not a morning person so coffee is my go-to. This morning, as the kettle came to the boil, I took out my new jar of coffee granules and unscrewed the lid in anticipation of that delicious coffee aroma. But, no fragrance, instead this awful wax paper cover. I peeled that off, although not in a neat one pull and it’s off kind of way. No, it was tougher than the skin on the base on my heel, so I picked at the edge to start the removal. Finally, success.
Now milk. A fresh new bottle, great, but that screw top isn’t as screwy as you may naively expect. They make the little plastic ring strong enough to be Barbie’s necklace and an antique of the future. I finally got the top off, only to reveal another lid. What bright spark came up with this one? Pull here is the arrow’s instruction. As I pulled, I lost my grip and milk spilled everywhere except into my cup. My world today began messily.
Later, talking with Stuart at work, I vented my frustration, and said that milk carton must have been invented by a man. He said it probably was, as men have invented nearly everything, so I said, like what, and he rattled off sewerage, plumbing, houses, the harnessing of electricity, the smallpox vaccine, radio, television, penicillin, motor cars, planes, computers and, last but not least, the AFL, so I said, yes, but what else, and he said, well, atom bombs.