I am not good with saran wrap. I know I’m supposed to capitalize saran wrap, but I do not care to give it the respect of a proper noun. There is nothing proper about it. I also know that I should call it by the generic phrase “plastic wrap”, but I just can’t. It is saran wrap to me and saran wrap sucks. I can’t control it, I don’t understand it, and I don’t trust it. How can I control something I can’t see?! Nope, saran wrap is no good.
Cutting it is a challenge for me. One section always refuses to sever and instead stretches, resulting in an irritating salt water taffy scenario. I know about applying pressure while cutting. I know about the nifty side tab thing that is supposed to facilitate in the roll out. I know all the tricks, and yet cutting saran wrap continues to suck for me.
When I do manage to cut a piece, the situation unravels from there. The saran wrap will fold in on itself, most likely as a means of self-defense, making it impossible to recreate a flat and useful structure. Or worse, the saran wrap starts to attack. It wraps itself around my hand like a boa constrictor, cutting off air and rendering my fingers inoperable. I end up balling up my failure in a tantrum and starting over.
A few months ago, I started taking pictures of my ongoing war and here is a sampling of my strife:
Things They Forgot to Mention:
I may win the battle, but saran wrap always wins the war.