The good ol' days

Remember them? Life was slow and easy. People trusted each other. Yes, I have a point.

My husband brought home a treat for me from one of the stores he was at today. It was a 3-pack of Cracker Jack. Remember them? The one with the little sailor on the front. Anyway, the packages are smaller (even though there are three of them). But, not to complain. However, upon trying to open the box it became an exercise in frustration. In the good ol' days, they used to have the carmel corn right inside the box along with the prize. Now they have them tucked away inside another plastic type kind of wrapping which is glued to the inside of the box. You need scissors to get the glued top open and then scissors to open the plastic inside wrap. Of cours, it is glued almost to the top of the box leaving only a tinsy, weensy, little space to get your scissors into it to cut it open. It leaves an unsighly jagged mess. If I was out in the middle of nowhere, with no scissors or fingernail clipper, or straight razor then it would be an "oh no, no go"!

When did we stop trusting each other? Oh, I know, that is a big complex subject which does not need an answer as WHO could answer it anyway! A few people have definitely made it miserable for the rest of us. Now everything is glued or taped or inserted in plastic wrap so that you need to spend time, effort and patience to get into things! Take the mouse I purchased a few days ago. It is clearly visible from the outside but getting INTO the INSIDE was a different story. My scissors almost didn't do it. You need those ones they advertise on TV for getting into plastic boxes. Someone is definitely going to make a $million on those scissors simply because we now need them!

Anyway, enough complaining. The cracker jacks are in my tummy and sticking to my teeth. The little prize I got was not worth the effort but thankfully the carmel corn was!