FLIPPING MY LID

Mr. Anal can open food boxes with those little tabs on top without ripping them. I've watched him do it ... methodically.

I can't separate the thin pieces of cardboard, sealed with the glue that holds up a man hanging onto a hard hat stuck to an I-beam, without tearing them in half. He's watched me do it ... haphazardly.


Mr. Anal also carefully folds the plastic liners, before closing his perfectly opened boxes, to seal in the freshness.

I crumble the plastic liners and shove them inside my half-closed boxes without a concern for staleness ... which is why I often get the "why raisins get
hard" lecture.

Now I've developed a box-top phobia, and no longer touch those he uses. His raisins stay soft and my Mini Wheats get hard.