Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Cajas verdes

This trip, the extent of my bibliomanic debauchery has been so extreme, and the exchange rate is so feeble, that I have been moved to consider other delivery options besides the truly extortionist services of DHL. Thus it was that I found myself in the post office this morning, enquiring about shipping options, tariffs, weight limits and the like. Compared to DHL, the post office is a steal, so I came away with two fine eco-friendly boxes, pictured below. To be assembled en casa.

david's nightmare

Now, to a normal person, this last requirement, that of assembling the boxes oneself, would be a mere trifle. I, however, am not a normal person. Anything even remotely involving constructing a three-dimensional object from a two-dimensional template strikes fear into my little dimensionally-challenged heart. All you engineers and architects out there can scoff as much as you like, but the fact is that the wiring in that particular part of my brain just never got installed at the factory. And this is one situation where my facility with the subjunctive is of no bloody use at all.

So the only question remaining is - "should I start drinking before I make my first effort, or wait until after I've managed to wreck the box I bought specifically to practice on?"

The whole situation would be funny if it weren't so pathetic.

But wait .... Maybe there is hope yet:

Ya está!

Ya está! And without even a single drink!


Bebe Bahnsen said...

David, I'm also dimensionally-challenged; in fact, I'm generally clumsy. Let those who put boxes together effortlessly scoff at us. We can just hope a drink before helps us manage, or a drink after makes us laugh at ourselves. Glad you bought a "practice" box.

Pb said...

A toast to your caja, sir! Es verde tambien. Felicidades.