...but I've noticed lately that I am missing one of my small simple pleasures. Something used to avail itself about once a month, perhaps more, sometimes at home, sometimes not. I'm missing bubble wrap. I've said it. Yes, this ridiculously over-the-top veggie eating, recycling junky of a chick misses one of the most wasteful things out there...bubble wrap. I don't care if it's the big kind or the small kind. I simply enjoy singling out one bubble and giving it a good hard squeeze till it emits that most satisfying sound, "POP!"
I don't know where the old bubble wrap has gone. I'm sure it's gone the way of the dinosaur in some effort to save trees, which is awesome, of course. From what I can tell it's been replaced by big bags of air (not nearly so satisfying to pop) or this weird deceptive bubblish wrap that lets you squeeze one cell...but the air just moves to another, denying the squeezer of the pleasurable "POP!"
OK, complaint registered.
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