Festering

Ever have a completely irrational hatred? Ever had a fairly minor issue in your life that just festers? But, it is too minor to actually do anything about it?

A couple of years ago, we hosted a guest for an extended visit. She was in the process of moving and there was this whole deal with the moving truck and not knowing when exactly it was going to arrive and international travel. Don't get me wrong, she was nice enough. She was grateful for the comfy bed and efforts made to feed her better than she could purchase locally. And, she's been tremendously sweet to me, us, our critters ever since.

But, during the course of her stay with us, she took to invading my weekly shopping trips. I normally tote my iPod with me and rock out to my favorite tunes and enjoy blocking out the other shoppers. But, since I was host, I couldn't very well ditch her.

On one trip, an item I needed to pick up was a new can opener. I've had a variety of electric and rechargables over the years, and have finally decided that a good old fashioned manual opener really is best. I was looking over the selection . . . weighing the different handles, angles, features, and what not. Since I plan to use the opener for several years . . . and for cans of beans and tomatoes and cans of tuna for the furry ones, I wanted something that fit my hands and would be durable and machine washable.

My guest grew bored with my careful shopping methods and grabbed up a shiny one and said "this is a good brand" . . . so, rather than prolong the shopping trip any longer, I bought what she grabbed.

And every single time I use it . . . I hate it and her just a little bit more.

The slick handles make it hard to grip. The grab on the can requires not too tight or loose of a grip and the turning thingie is difficult. But, I've been using it for a couple of years now and hate it, hate it, hate it . . . but haven't gotten around to replacing it.

For years, my new year's resolution was to try a hot krispy kreme . . . and I finally achieved it. Perhaps I should make replacing this damned thing the new year's resolution for the next five, six years?

NOTE: (as of 8/8/10 . . . I have a new can opener and I LOVE IT!)