The rubber bands in my pickle jar are not aging well. Yesterday, when my daughter called to see if I could loan her a few rubber bands for her kindergarten son's guitar project, I was dismayed when I checked my collection. Some were actually stuck to the bottom and sides of the jar. Others had become brittle with age.
In an effort to be Super Bee, I drove to the local Target to buy some new rubber bands. After checking every possible section, not being a man, I asked for help. "Sure, come this way," replied a helpful employee. She was stunned when she arrived at her destination. There were no rubber bands to be purchased. She checked a few other areas and apologized that they just didn't have them.
On my way out of Target, I saw a rubber band on the floor. I was tempted to pick it up but decided against it. I would just go to Walgreens. "Oh, yes, we have rubber bands. Just go to aisle nine," a Walgreen's clerk happily replied to my question. After searching aisle nine, and all of the other aisles, I gave up and asked her again. She couldn't believe that there were no rubber bands for sale. She opened a drawer behind the counter and gave me about seven.
After picking the boys up from school, I discovered painted plates and paper towel rolls on their kitchen table. Obviously, they were guitar parts just waiting for rubber bands. On the kitchen island, I saw part of a painted box, a rubber frog, and some sort of launcher. My third grade grandson told me about the project he was working on for school. Somehow, that frog was going to go places in the near future. Hopefully, it won't need rubber bands.:)
I am wondering if rubber bands are becoming extinct. Maybe they are right in there with ink wells and typewriters.