Stapler

I won a five dollar gift certificate to Wal-Mart when I was in fifth grade. It was the award for doing something well in the computer class...maybe something to do with The Oregon Trail? Please tell me someone remembers that game. I digress. The stapler. My mom took me to Wal-Mart so I could pick out my prize. I have this major thing for school and office supplies so I spent the majority of the time perusing the pens, paper, folders, notebooks. But what I really wanted was a stapler. I could envision myself stapling packets of information together...everything would be completely organized if I only had a stapler. Alas, all of the staplers were a bit more than five bucks. I decided to use some of my allowance (an allowance of fifty cents that I earned by doing three hours worth of chores before 10 a.m. on Saturday morning--if they were not done by the time limit then I wouldn't receive the full amount). I picked out a white Bostick stapler, and I've used it ever since. I love my stapler...it has progressed beyond useful school supply that organizes my life to an object of extreme sentimentality.

I printed a two page article this morning and confidently reached for my stapler. But, it didn't staple! I was horrified! My trusty stapler! Oh! What's a girl going to do!?!? Examine it and figure out why it isn't stapling--that's what you do!

I figured out why it was malfunctioning--the tooth that separates the staple being used from the rest had become hooked on the wrong side of the staple reservoir. After quickly fixing the issue, I stapled that article together, hole-punched it (another great invention), and put it in correct chronological order with other articles I deem important. All this is made possible because of my trusty stapler.

And for those wondering, yes, I totally identify with the guy in the movie Office Space. :O)