Bubble Wrap

What is it about bubble wrap? Seriously; it's like America's drug that doesn't have nasty side effects. You see an open container with bubble wrap and whatever was packaged inside of it is suddenly deterred to 'unimportant'. You scream, "Bubble wrap!", make a dive for the stuff, and then sit there for a few hours trying to pop every single bubble on the sheet.

It's also an amazing past time when one is bored at work. Like I was yesterday. One of the guys was opening cameras to go onto our display and one of them came packaged in bubble wrap. We had been having random little petty arguments over stupid stuff (just to help pass time), and he said, "Here's a present from me to you."

It occupied my time for the remainder of my shift. I would be standing there, staring off into space, and just popping bubbles. Customers would walk up and laugh at how it seemed to take all of my concentration to play with it. The only thing I could say was that it would be the same for just about anyone else handed bubble wrap.

It's like orange tic tacks. You have to eat them all; there's gotta be something inside of those little capsules that make them addictive. Because seriously, if you've got a package of them in your pocket at the beginning of the day, chances are, it'll be empty come the end of that day. I don't know why, but just about every person I've ever spoken to is the same as I am. It's like they're a strange little drug that don't really screw you up. I, however, have to buy them if they're on sale. Like they were a few weeks ago for fifty cents at Giant.

It's strange how our psyche works.