Why buy a wimpy, carbon-copy, plastic stapler at the office supply warehouse,
when you can buy an old, heavy-duty, metal one for a quarter at an estate sale?
One that comes with its own history—and carved-in initials…
Why buy a stress ball
when you can simply
pound a few staples?
Why staple quietly
when you can make
a big noisy scene out of it?
I had forgotten how satisfying my Cadet No. 302 stapler can be—until R-boy came to me tonight with a few stacks of papers that needed fastening.
It was loud. It required a fist. It felt good.
Just sayin’.
by julie rybarczyk
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