Opening a Jar
I tried to open my coffee creamer jar today. I couldn't. It was too tight and my hands were too slippery. I gave it to N8, a co-worker here, and he opened it in less than a second with no problem.
This happens between Mel and I all the time... she struggles, and I open.
Why is it, that the simple act of opening a jar, suddenly makes all involved feel like the "opener" is somehow a "better" person than the "struggler"? It's an instant power trip, a "holier than thou" sort of boost.
Anyone else notice this, or am I merely revealing a dark, deeply held aspect of my psyche that would otherwise be best left obfuscated?
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