I’ve noticed something in the last few years. In fact, I’ve noticed several things for which I have no answers. Why, for example, is the print on any kind of label so small? It would take a magnifying glass to read it. Or, maybe it was written for little, tiny elves, with little, squinchy eyes?
Another thing–people used to talk in normal voices; now, they all but whisper. We’re supposed to keep social distancing, you know, so how can I keep socially distanced and still get close enough to the speaker to hear what he says? A mystery!
Jars, bottles, lids, they are all put on so that it would take a crowbar or a pair of pliers to open them. Now, is there a reason for that? And, the little plastic pouches with directions that say, “Tear here.” Where? The dotted line doesn’t work. Maybe they meant tear here after you insert scissors and cut.
And, why on earth do grocery stores have those flimsy plastic bags at meat counters that I’m supposed to tear off the roll and open to put in the ground beef? Open Here, the diabolical directions say. And, I’m not comfortable with moistening my fingers to get the dumb plastic bag to separate, after I’ve touched things in the store. So, I just wrap the bag around the meat.
There are lots of other things I could bring up, but won’t right now. These few strange changes are quite enough. But, to me, they are all some of life’s mysteries.
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