grounded's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bottom feeder Seeing as it's saturday, it's raining. I think this is the third weekend in a row that it's rained here. blah. Last night robert wanted a cigarette and I had an unopened pack, so I handed it to him. I don't know if he has a crazy style of opening cigarettes, or if it was just due to drunkenness, but he opened the bottom of the pack. Now, to aid visualisation, I must point out that in order to open the bottom of a pack of cigarettes, you have to open the cellophane at the top, where there's a little strip running through it for opening. So far so good. Then, ignore the little flaps sticking out on the top where it's easy to open it. They call out to you, so you must numb yourself to their voice. Then remove the cellophane in its entirety. Although this is an easy step, it is particularly deliberate. The flaps and top side of the pack are calling out, yet you remove the cellophane from the sides and bottom of the back to expose the bottom. Then, the bottom must be veritably ripped open, doing away with the convenient concept of having a small hole with filters exposed, for easily and neatly extracting one cigarette at a time. No! Now you've ripped open the bottom (through two layers mind you - both the outer paper and the inner foil. The outer paper is not present on the top, making the bottom approach that much less desirable), and 20 tabaccoey cigarette ends are all pushing and shoving and fighting to come out at once. What once was a bottom side, protecting the precious tobacco from falling out is now sticking out obtrusively, making storage of the pack in a pocket or other similarly appropriately-sized receptacle a ludicrous feat. But they're still cigarettes, and very smokable. I just finished the pack.3:36 p.m. - 2002-04-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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