As a kid the only pair of scissors we had in the house rested in my mother’s sewing basket. It was always there amongst the spools of thread and sewing debris—years and years.
“Can I have something to cut the plastic strap around the newspapers?” asked Tim and I gave him our best of only two pairs of scissors and soon, “can I have something to cut the newspaper straps?” and there went our last not so good pair of scissors.
Ahh, but now we have Amazon and I discovered a 10 pack of scissors from China for $20 and they were not bad, nice and sharp.
“Can I have a scissor to cut the straps?” came the familiar request and the box of 20 was empty.
Today I started the second box of 10 which offers the postulate the greater the supply the more profligate the use.