Yesterday turned out to be one of those days again. Analysing its contents I realised that it was for the most part, centred around feet. It began with this Granny trying her best to cut her very long toe nails. Toe nails that have during the course of her sixty six years turned from ordinary toe nails to something akin to steel. Tried the nail cutters. No joy. Tried some scissors. They bent. Nearly went searching in desperation for a hacksaw. After resorting to using the very sharp (had horrible visions of being whisked off to hospital at this point with severed toe) kitchen scissors I somehow managed to make some headway and cut them shorter.
Making my breakfast yesterday as usual, I took out an unopened carton of Tropicana orange juice from the fridge and began trying to open it. I gripped the top as usual and tried to turn it. It wouldn’t budge. I gripped, grabbed, grasped, groaned, grabbed a tea towel, grabbed a dishcloth, tried this, tried that but it still wouldn’t budge!
Now I know that my readers will probably think that maybe Technogran has now reached the stage where her grip is not what it was, she has become weak and frail and that was the reason why the top of the carton of Tropicana wouldn’t budge, but I can assure you that is not the reason at all. Some daft person (or machine) had tightened the top so tight I honestly don’t think that Mike Tyson would have been capable of loosening it!
So how did I eventually manage to drink my glass of breakfast orange juice? How did I finally get that blasted top to turn? Pliers. Yes you read that correctly! I had to scrabble about in my ‘odds and sods’ cupboard (where all my tackle is stored, step ladder, painting equipment, screwdrivers, paint brushes, vacuum cleaner etc, etc) and find a pair of pliers to loosen up the top of the Tropicana orange! I kid you not!
What is it all coming to, this having to struggle to open modern day packaging? Don’t they want us to be able to either consume or use anything we buy? Or is it some kind of test that we are all put through to see how determined we are to actually use/drink/ eat whatever is contained within? I could have understood it if it had been something that was bad for me (a sort of brake to dissuade me from consuming the contents because they were unhealthy for example) but orange juice? I was absolutely beggared by the time I finally triumphed in loosening the offending top and pouring out the juice.
Today’s packaging is a menace in my opinion. Either it won’t tear or won’t open, and I have done myself many an injury by trying desperately to access the contents. The worst packaging of the lot in my opinion is that ‘moulded’ type plastic usually surrounding AV equipment such as leads, scart leads or remotes and such like. It is usually a very brittle type of plastic and though it looks good with its fancy shapes showing off its contents, its usually clamped tight shut thereby needing a pair of scissors to either cut it open or (as I once used in desperation) a hacksaw.
Once you have managed to get this type of packaging open, you then run the risk of being cut to ribbons by the very sharp edges left by having to cut it open, as you try desperately to subtract whatever lies within. What is the matter with these people? Why do they want to torture us all by putting us through these dreadful hurdles that we have to undergo every time we purchase something? Is it some kind of sick joke on behalf of manufacturers?
“Ha ha! We’ll make them suffer for buying our product!”
I know this, If I could get hold of whoever it was who invented plastics I think I would cheerfully throttle him!