true fact
I used to have cardboard boxes for stuff in my bedroom when I was a kid. My mom worked for Kroger and we'd use boxes from there to put the stuff in that wouldn't fit in my dresser. I think this was before Rubbermaid made anything that wouldn't fit in a refrigerator.
I learned early on that that it was wrong to write on the walls and other nice things. Somehow, I either applied that to cardboard boxes or I was actually reprimanded for marking on cardboard boxes once--I'm not sure which.
Nevertheless, I was drawn toward the carboard boxes whenever I chanced to have a Magic Marker in my hand. I wanted to write graffiti on them. I wanted to be a vandal in my own room, but the consequences (or mistakenly-assumed consequences) terrified me.
What could I do? How could I mark yet not be in trouble?
I did the most logical thing I could think of: I marked the boxes the way a stockman might.
For years I had boxes sitting around my room that I had secretly marked with "3 of 6", "PO 3423" and "Broken Case." Mom and Dad never caught on that the "Hold" on that Del Monte Sliced Peaches in Heavy Syrup box was written by me behind closed doors with a tin-shelled Marks-A-Lot.
I was so slick, I was...
I used to have cardboard boxes for stuff in my bedroom when I was a kid. My mom worked for Kroger and we'd use boxes from there to put the stuff in that wouldn't fit in my dresser. I think this was before Rubbermaid made anything that wouldn't fit in a refrigerator.
I learned early on that that it was wrong to write on the walls and other nice things. Somehow, I either applied that to cardboard boxes or I was actually reprimanded for marking on cardboard boxes once--I'm not sure which.
Nevertheless, I was drawn toward the carboard boxes whenever I chanced to have a Magic Marker in my hand. I wanted to write graffiti on them. I wanted to be a vandal in my own room, but the consequences (or mistakenly-assumed consequences) terrified me.
What could I do? How could I mark yet not be in trouble?
I did the most logical thing I could think of: I marked the boxes the way a stockman might.
For years I had boxes sitting around my room that I had secretly marked with "3 of 6", "PO 3423" and "Broken Case." Mom and Dad never caught on that the "Hold" on that Del Monte Sliced Peaches in Heavy Syrup box was written by me behind closed doors with a tin-shelled Marks-A-Lot.
I was so slick, I was...