Thirty-seven years ago I graduated high school. As odd as
it sounds, I somehow held onto the clipboard I used during those tumultuous years.
Ever since those formative times I’ve enjoyed the portability
and versatility of clipboards – for when you need those papers exposed and at
the ready.
As the kids matured they needed clipboards as well. As I’ve
slowed down in my later years, I gave the young ones my clipboard to use. As
you might guess, the old clipboard disappeared, as did its replacement.
In an office-supply freakout my wife and I panicked, worried
when the time came and we absolutely needed a clipboard we would find the cupboard
bare. So we bought six new clipboards.
Now when either of us needs to superficially assert
authority, command something akin to respect, pretend to know stuff, or just
act randomly officious, we have a supply of clipboards to bolster our
obnoxiousness. Problem solved.
Stoke!
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