I texted her, “Got a bunch at home. I’ll mail you one.”
Don’t judge. I have a reputation to protect. I immediately ordered a 4-pack on Amazon.
Then I did some research about Pocket Protectors and learned that they were invented by an engineer from Buffalo. My home town.
It brought tears to my eyes.
I was giddy with excitement when my Pocket Protectors arrived. I tore into the box and examined them. Quite impressive. They hold up to 4 pens or pencils. Leak proof.
No more ink stains on my shirts!
How had I gone through my whole life (39 years) without a Pocket Protector?
Of course, Kevin begged me give him one...since I had 4.
I went to my closet, searching for a blouse with a front pocket.
Not. A. One.
Nothing more pathetic than Pocket Protector with no pocket.
Surely I could find one stinkin’ shirt with a pocket SOMEWHERE IN THIS HOUSE!!!
I went up to Kimmy’s closet. Nothing. Are you kidding?
I tried Linda’s closet. Nada.
I was out of luck. Now where was I going to put my pencils?
Wait. One. Minute.
I forgot all about my scathingly brilliant invention from 2013.
(I think Einstein had a similar problem. When you have so many great ideas, it's hard to keep track of them all.)
Who needs a stinkin’ Pocket Protector if you have a Boob Bin?
