Let me tell you a story - When I came to canada, I forgot to empty out my purse before boarding the plane. I don't know why, but this totally skipped my mind. I cleaned everything else, but my purse never got the full sweep. It went through the machines and I had forgotten I had a lighter in it. The lighter had no fuel in it, it was just a shell. I kept it because my dad gave it to me as a gift because it was shaped like a penguin and had a baby penguin engraved in it (so it looked like a penguin baby and mother). It's my favourite animal so he bought me this empty lighter. And they took it, and threw it in the trash.
Whatever, I said. My own fault, I guess.
I get home, to my new home, and unpack. My boyfriend knocks my purse to the floor, what falls out?
A BOXCUTTER.
I worked in produce at a grocery store and used boxcutters to cut the plastic to unload trucks and open boxes of fruit and veggies. I kept it in my purse because we always had our boxcutters stolen by the other departments.
I had to throw away an empty lighter shaped like an adorable little penguin mother sheltering her penguin baby, but my boxcutter made it through, somehow. We were stunned and I've never understood this.
Whatever, I said. My own fault, I guess.
I get home, to my new home, and unpack. My boyfriend knocks my purse to the floor, what falls out?
A BOXCUTTER.
I worked in produce at a grocery store and used boxcutters to cut the plastic to unload trucks and open boxes of fruit and veggies. I kept it in my purse because we always had our boxcutters stolen by the other departments.
I had to throw away an empty lighter shaped like an adorable little penguin mother sheltering her penguin baby, but my boxcutter made it through, somehow. We were stunned and I've never understood this.
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