Thursday, August 1, 2013

An Ode to My the Adhesives in My Life

This week the carpet in the hallway near my work area is being replaced, and the new flooring consists of large patterned squares that needed to be glued to the floor.

My co-workers in other areas of the building have asked me, jokingly (I hope), "Have you gotten high off the smell?"

I've never been a huffer, though there have been certain aromas that are both toxic and alluring, including:
  • Sharpies
  • Dry-erase markers
  • Gasoline
  • The leather jacket my high school girlfriend wore during our first date, to see the Bill Murray movie Scrooged
  • The orange-infused cleaner I would employ to sanitize the restrooms during my high school janitorial job
I could have (and, due to the boredom I was experiencing today, should have) gotten high off the carpet glue, but there was one problem: the smell was loathsome.

But as the fumes started to destroy my brain cells, my memory was also prodded to recall various glues that I've used throughout my life.

That sounds like an exciting blog topic, right? Read on!