Roland didn’t care if anyone was listening to his talking but if they were, that would be okay.
“I used to have this roll of plastic tape, I mean it was really great and I only used it for only the most special stuff that needed taping. But when I got to about half of the roll, it just wouldn’t stop splitting in two when I was trying to roll a new piece of. And while I kept on trying to get a good piece of tape I started thinking about how this could have happened. This is my favorite brand of tape and it’s made somewhere by hand in a remote village in Scandinavia inhabited by people with white hair and lots of ducks walking around.“
Nobody was listening but Roland did not know that.
“They use small brushes and a special glue that only sticks to the long strokes of plastic, to make it sticky and then wrap it around a cardboard ring. There must have been a person that works at the part of the factory where they wrap the strokes of tape around the rings, and among them was one person that for some reason decided to make a cut in the center of the stroke of tape when he or she was half way done wrapping it.”
While there were phones ringing around him, emails being send and received, Roland’s phone was unplugged months ago because the sound of a phone ringing didn’t bother him enough to pick one up. Or maybe the pitch was too high for him to hear.
“Maybe problems at home, or in marriage, or a death in the family. Who knows? Maybe I should give them a call. But I don’t speak Scandinavian at all.”
He had just rolled the last piece of tape from the roll and failed to get a single piece that wasn’t cut in half from it. His hand was stuck in a big ball of tape, but that wasn’t a problem either, he didn’t know how to use a computer anyway.
His father was the head of the firm, and being his son had it’s advantages.
“Is it me or is this paperclip bend the wrong way?”
His sad looking Aglaonemea did not reply.
“Gerald you sure are awfully quite today.”, He said while shaking it a bit.
“I used to have this roll of plastic tape, I mean it was really great and I only used it for only the most special stuff that needed taping. But when I got to about half of the roll, it just wouldn’t stop splitting in two when I was trying to roll a new piece of. And while I kept on trying to get a good piece of tape I started thinking about how this could have happened. This is my favorite brand of tape and it’s made somewhere by hand in a remote village in Scandinavia inhabited by people with white hair and lots of ducks walking around.“
Nobody was listening but Roland did not know that.
“They use small brushes and a special glue that only sticks to the long strokes of plastic, to make it sticky and then wrap it around a cardboard ring. There must have been a person that works at the part of the factory where they wrap the strokes of tape around the rings, and among them was one person that for some reason decided to make a cut in the center of the stroke of tape when he or she was half way done wrapping it.”
While there were phones ringing around him, emails being send and received, Roland’s phone was unplugged months ago because the sound of a phone ringing didn’t bother him enough to pick one up. Or maybe the pitch was too high for him to hear.
“Maybe problems at home, or in marriage, or a death in the family. Who knows? Maybe I should give them a call. But I don’t speak Scandinavian at all.”
He had just rolled the last piece of tape from the roll and failed to get a single piece that wasn’t cut in half from it. His hand was stuck in a big ball of tape, but that wasn’t a problem either, he didn’t know how to use a computer anyway.
His father was the head of the firm, and being his son had it’s advantages.
“Is it me or is this paperclip bend the wrong way?”
His sad looking Aglaonemea did not reply.
“Gerald you sure are awfully quite today.”, He said while shaking it a bit.
