Quarter Life Crisis
The world according to Sven-S. Porst
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About a decade ago I bought myself a cutter. It’s a cheap plastic thingy but it does its job just fine: cut. I absolutely love it for cutting things but even with that there just isn’t that much cutting to be done in my life that it took me ten years to go all the way through its blade. And did times change in that decade! When I got it it was kind of a cool and versatile tool that could be used for both creative stuff and little household chores. But these days having a cutter is differnt: It makes you a potential terrorist. And I always have to make sure it’s not hiding somewhere in my rucksack when I’m flying. Sick.
I can’t remember what the cutter cost when I got it, but I doubt it was more than five Marks. Going to a stationery store, I asked for replacement blades and was ‘surprised’ to learn that you can only buy replacement blades in packs of ten. Whoa. That’s a clever way of ramping your sales up, morons! So if it took me a decade to use up the first blade, these should be sufficient for the rest of my life and beyond. Let’s see how long it takes me to lose the cutter now…
Office-supply-type things are often sold in quantities that are silly for individual users, but that make sense when you envision an office manager ordering stacks of them for a business. When I used to work for a graphics company we bought those blades by the gross (the keyliners went through a couple a day).
I used to carry a $50 Kershaw pocket knife with me everywhere, but after the last time I lost it, I bought a ten pack of these box cutters for a few bucks and haven’t looked back.
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