The beginning of my morning:
The girl grabbed her coffee, stirrer, and a sugar packet and went over to the far side of the kitchen.
Stirred in her sugar and threw the packet away.
Again, threw the packet away.
One more sugar packet got stirred in and immediately thrown away.
By packet six of the OCD sugar relay I lost my temper, kicked her in her face, and began my morning work activities.
They must be – after all, look at this poor soul’s knitting wound: