This made various appearances in my life yesterday:
It’s a sticker from an apple pear (Asian pear). It wasn’t even tasty. I purchased it on Wednesday for emergency sustenance before kickboxing class. I didn’t pass out from hunger during kickboxing, but I didn’t enjoy the snack.
It was freezing yesterday. And, as usual, I needed to put gas in my car. I like to procrastinate this task until I’m forced to stop at a gas station at the least opportune moment (i.e., a weekday morning with freezing temperatures when I’m already running late).
I got out of my car, managed to move my frozen fingers enough to put gas in my car, and noticed the sticker stuck to the side of my coat.
I fumbled around and thought I’d successfully removed the silly thing.
But, no. No such luck.
At about 2:00 p.m., I took a potty break and found it stuck to my rear. It may have been covered by my shirt. It may not have been covered by my shirt.
I attempted to throw it away.
And, at about 8:00 p.m., I came home and saw the sticker stuck to my purse.
I figured the sticker deserved a photo. That is some impressive adhesive.
Here’s to a sticker-free day.