I originally posted this story a year ago, then took it right down to revise it and enter it in a contest. I didn’t win the contest. The box of plastic wrap is still with me, however, and just turned 16 years old.
The 28th of October, 2011 will be a milestone anniversary for me. My box of Saran Wrap turns 15.
That’s right. It has been with me for 15 years. It even crossed an international border.
My acquisition of this particular kitchen aid occurred during a previous relationship. It was 1996, and I had been going out with Hank for about three years. After doing the painful long-distance thing, we finally took the plunge and rented a luxurious <cough> basement suite in a suburb near Vancouver. It was all going very well, and I had even adjusted to the smell of damp, sweaty hockey gear in my living room. And then, one fateful day, we went grocery shopping together.Continue Reading