A Bad Wrap

I would like to settle something once and for all: it is a good thing that men can’t multitask. I say this from an admittedly biased perspective but feel we get a lot of unwarranted criticism on this score, or at least I do. I maintain that we may only be able to one thing at a time but it means that we do it well. I will give an example.

Sally and I were a bit impulsive in the Auckland Museum Shop yesterday. We bought a picture of some pigeons for some astronomical price. I was glad. It solved the perennial ‘what to buy Sally for her birthday dilemma’ in one fell swoop, but I digress. The picture was set on foam board, unframed and so very flimsy – therefore unlike to survive the long trip home.

“We could mail it for you” said the helpful lady. Much weighing and calculation gave a cost of NZ50 -  a small proportion of the picture price but my inner scrooge won out. Thank you but we’d find another way.

Plan B came to nought when we found that it would not fit in my suitcase and so began my relationship with Justin at the Mt Eden Post Shop.

To cut a long story short  – I finally mailed it. This involved, with the help of Pete’s band saw, packing it in plywood to make it rigid and finding a suitable oversize plastic international mail bag to send it in. This all took the weight up somewhat and with it the cost.

But my point is that, give the job to a man and the problem gets solved. And all for the economical price of just NZ47.