bendy

Those who have lived with me will likely noticed that i strive to minimize the "junk" i have, and I'm always looking for ways to minimize my possessions (other than cars and tools). For some reason, this crazy, folding fork has survived several cleanings of the counter top, leaving it again and again the sole "counter-top" survivor.



I remember it so clearly- It came with a package of instant Tai- not the add water box, but the vacuum sealed, already boiled noodles. The only way to fit a utensil in the small, tradition carry-out-shaped box was to make it a folding utensil, complete with locking mechanism to ensure it would stay folded or opened.



I've had this thing for the better part of 6 months and it even got packaged and moved over to the new apartment. I can't let it go because even though I'm still debating whether I *really* need a bed or not, dammit, i'll never know when I need to conceal a fork in my deepest and most secret places.



I think this could easily be described as low-level OCD, which taken with my other habits, paint a telling picture.



Now I will begin the work of figuring out how to incorporate this engineering marvel with my patented disappearing cigarette/match/napkin trick.