This is a quick post. I’d write more, but I still have a headache from hitting myself in the head with my own hand trying to recycle a Baker and Taylor box.
The glue, all that glue, leaves me wondering why. Glue on cardboard, glue in the box. Why is it necessary to have enough glue on the box to require two people to tear it apart? Why is there so much glue you can’t reuse the box without leaving the plastic shrinkwrap crumbled on the bottom of the box?
I think of myself as moderately strong, but for the life of me, these boxes are my Achilles heel. I was alone in the store today and thought to myself, "Oh, I can break down this box. Surely I can." Well, after two carpal tunnel surgeries my hands are not as strong as I think they are. I placed my hand on the teeniest part of the corner I could poke up, as I readied to pull with all my might, my hand slipped with great force, and landed right on my face. I punched myself in the face. Seriously, I punched myself in the face. I went to a Quaker school for twelve years, I’ve never been punched — by anyone. It was embarrassing, but it was the agony that actually had me reaching for a bag of frozen peas to suppress the welt growing on my head. I want to save the planet and do my part to reduce, reuse, and recycle, but not at my own peril.
It’s funny actually, that since Baker and Taylor changed its box systems there have been fewer damaged books, but more hurt booksellers.
So, Baker and Taylor: this is for you: Less glue, please. I like my face.