Public Enemy Number One

There is something that I encounter on a regular basis that continues to challenge my patience, sanity and general feeling of good-will to my fellow humankind. The frustration and humiliation I feel every time I interact with it is unmatched in any of my other life experiences. In no other area of my life have I had something insult my intelligence so greatly. In no other area of my life have I had something disappoint me so completely.

This, friends, is a summation of my experience with Saran Wrap.

I have never been able to master the art of using Saran Wrap. When I try to take it out of the box, it becomes stuck to the box. When I try to coax it around a sandwich, it becomes tangled up in a ball, stuck to itself. When I try to use it to cover a dish of leftovers, it sticks to my hands and not the dish. One sheet is just shorter than a large dinner plate, thereby requiring the use of two sheets to cover the whopping 3/4" of space still exposed. The built-in-for-my-"convenience" knife cuts my fingers more than it cuts the Saran Wrap. The only time the Saran Wrap acquiesces to glide easily into sheet form from its original rolled up state is when the roll of Saran Wrap has been dropped on the floor by mistake.

I'm switching to Tupperware.