It's been a little slow at work for the past few days, so to pass the time a few of my coworkers and I have taken to doing really dumb things, the dumbest perhaps of them all is building a rubberband ball. It's now spanned to a building contest amongst our department. Who can build the biggest ball by the end of the day; by the end of the week? Ours started out the way they all do about the size of a gumball, but in the past day or two has grown to about the size of a baseball.
Last night as I was shutting down my computer and getting ready to leave for the night, I realized that the box to my new camera had ripped and would no longer close on its own. I didn't want the contents to fall out on the commute home and break before I had even used it. I thought to myself: not a problem; I'll just throw a few rubberbands around it. It only took me about three seconds before I realized the giant flaw in my superb plan. I don't have any rubberbands left. Not in any of my drawers, shelves or cabinets. There is not one single lone rubberband to be found in my office.
That right there. That's irony.
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