A few Christmases ago my daughter received a toy airplane. It was a styrofoam model, designed for flight. Inexplicably, the company had packaged it in one of those irritating hard blister packs.
It was no surprise then, when the plane got broken during the process of extricating it from the package.
“I’d like to kill the guy that invented these stupid things!” I said bitterly.
My daughter looked up at me.
“You killed a man?” she asked.
A valid question, I suppose, but the disturbing thing was she seemed kind of impressed.
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