My trashcan lid has been popping open randomly for about a week now. I tried to tape it closed using Scotch tape, but it wouldn’t stay stuck for some reason. I saw the box of Band Aids on my counter that I had pulled out for my earlier post, and decided to try using them to hold my trashcan lid closed and surprisingly the Band Aids held better than the tape. My theory is that the little plushy pad that breaks up the sticky arms is what makes the difference.
“Band Aid: (n) small sticky piece of latex that determines my final grade”
That, my friends, is my new view on Band Aids. They are no longer a nice little stretchy piece of latex with a fluffy absorbent cushion that sticks to any and every small wound I have and comes in an array of colors, characters and design. No. They are now a contributor to my academic future. They are ominous and threatening. They have a whole new meaning beyond function.
The first thing I did with Band Aids was pull a few out of the box in my medicine cabinet and stare at them for inspiration. My cat thought I had pulled out toys for him so he picked one up and carried it around in his mouth for a while. I guess this means we should add “cat toy” to the previous post on various other functions for Band Aids… Anyways, as I stared at the Band Aids that remained on my coffee table, I felt the intimidation. They were taunting me. They did nothing but stare back at me all plain and boring.
I realized I was in need of more inspiring Band Aids, so I went to the CVS and looked in the first aid aisle. And there, sitting on the shelf, lay my inspiration for a post. TATTOO BAND AIDS! I bought them, and, as reluctant as I am to admit it, I put on about six. They were pretty legit for a kid’s product. But here I was, a proud young adult turning into a child again over some Band Aids.
Now, I realized as kids we all wanted to grow up faster. So we bought things like cigarette gum for us aspiring smokers, or wore our mom’s high heels to feel taller, and now they have Band Aids to fulfill the dreams of kids who wish to turn their bodies into art when they grow up? Get out. This is too much to handle in one day. Let’s add “completely awesome” to my current list of views on Band Aids. Band Aids are not just functional when you’re a kid (or a twenty year old college student…) but they are an expression of self. That Band Aid isle at CVS was an oasis of designs to express your favorite character, or color, or… food? (yes, there were bacon Band Aids). No wonder kids these days want a Band Aid for every little bump they get.