I chose you for your padded handle, your cheery red colour and your heavy duty label. I was excited to get you home and start working together.
I wanted us to be ready. Ready for whatever making boxes together would take us.
We started slow, just a few boxes every week. Tidying up old toys and knick knacks that I’ve never liked. We had fun in those first weeks.
Soon we got busier. It made me confident that we were a team. But your teeth cut me. You made me bleed. I put you on a shelf while I healed.
My cut healed quickly but my broken spirit took longer. By the time I needed you again you were lost to the mess of the basement.
I found you and we got back to work.
And work we did. We were full speed ahead in operation move to a new house. We made and sealed boxes together in sync. You were like a 5th limb. I could sense where you were in the house when you were not in my hand. We added a rainbow of sharpie markers to our team.
Oh, those were happy days.
When moving crunch time hit we lost our rhythm. Suddenly you couldn’t keep up, you lagged behind. You let tape get stuck in your feeder and double over on itself. I lost precious time untangling and re-feeding tape. Then your teeth, your aggressive side, gave up all together.
It’s like you gave up before the job was finished. Are you a quitter pretty red tape gun?
There’s only 1 day left. Can we meet in the middle today? I promise to take it slow if you promise to do your best. Then you’ll get a long rest, maybe even on your own shelf instead of jumbled together with the other tapes.
And anyway I’ve got my eye on someone new now.
He looks pretty sharp.