I was getting frustrated with my fairly new glue, the tip was gummed up, I couldn't clear it, and the top was glued completely stuck. I really liked this new brand, I'd never tried it out before and I really liked the smallish container, it fit nicely in my hand and seemed well designed, plus the glue works really well for the kind of collage I like to do.My internal dialogue went something like this:
"man, I just bought this, I really like this glue and I loved the teeny tiny pen point that it came out of and now it is all ruined and arrgghhh why can't I ever remember to wipe off the top of the glue before I put the cap back on, you would think after more than 40years of gluing stuff I'd have learned that...."
I almost cut off the top to get at the glue inside, but then I noticed something I hadn't before.
This particular glue container is a dual tip, one on either end. D'oh!
Now, mind you the other end is gigantor compared to the one I was using. But hey, at least I get to use the glue (at least until it gums up also.).
This post dedicated to my buddy in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harris' class, at Congress Springs Elementary (RIP now sub-division of mini-mansion-monstrosities), his name was Dallas, and we used to sit in the back and eat a lot of that minty yummy paste. Plus he was one of the few people in my life to date to ever give me a nickname: Jules Verne Jules ( I was quite the reader back then, and going through a Jules Verne phase and tried to get everyone I knew to read the books along with me.).
Yep, you got me. I ate the library paste that the teacher used to dole out with a wooden tongue stick onto little squares of drawing paper. My constructions paper compositions were always uncomplicated.
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