At breakfast this morning, our guest breakfaster -neighbor Ralph, pulled the last paper towel in the pack. Not wanting to proceed with the meal without it, I immediately rose to get a fresh pack from the stack. Each is packed in a plastic wrap that has perforations on top where you pull one out. I wanted the slit to be perfect so I used a sharp industrial-grade blade to cut it open. Happy seeing the perfect opening, I tried to reach for the first perfect pull to prime all pulls.

Then the big miscalculation reveal: I cut on one vertical side instead.

Then I just ripped thru the perforations on top with my bare fingers.

Mornings may. Mornings may not. 𝘔𝘪 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯̃𝘢𝘯𝘢.

Cheers! #MyCafeNotes