Modern Things I Just Don’t Fucking Get: Reusable Paper Towels
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And now that we’ve got that out of the way, on to today’s random thought: what the heck is up with those “reusable paper towel” things?
You may not have seen these, unless you hang out with well-heeled, ecologically-conscious suburban types (which I don’t) or ever worked at a store that catered to them (which I did). But they’re pretty much what they sound like: sheets of absorbent pressed cellulose that you’re supposed to use for wiping up spills and the like.
We can add this to the list of Modern Things I Just Don’t Fucking Get. Because maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all these years, but the things I wipe up with my paper towels are usually things I am not interested in later washing out of a sponge: cat vomit, say, or cat barf, or just some half-chewed kibbles that the cat decided she didn’t like and scattered all over the floor.
I could probably think up examples that don’t involve my cats, but they run my life.
These things pop into my mind every time I use my (regular, non-reusable) paper towels now. I always think man, I’m glad I don’t have to wash this thing out and reuse it as I’m mopping up whatever vile spill needed my attention, and in a way it cheers me.
So I suppose I’m kind of glad these exist.
But I still don’t fucking get it.
