They were tough times.
Whenever you generously offered your Hubba Bubba tape to a friend, and they took a massive bite out of it before giving it back.
Which basically meant the whole thing was ruined, because what's the point of tape if it's broken?
When you reached out for a Party Ring but some kid had dripped their soggy hands all over them, so the icing had started to disintegrate.
Which just ruined the taste.
Getting your Baby G confiscated because it went off in class, and having to collect it at the end of the school day.
Why didn't your teachers understand that there was no point in having a watch if it didn't beep on the hour, every hour?
When the Tipp-Ex strip inside your mouse stopped sticking to the paper but you'd rolled it too far to fix it.
So you could no longer erase anything.
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