Today my wife and I picked up and assembled our cot and change table. While the end result is ‘stand back and smile’ wonderful, the process of navigating instructions to get there was like being sunblind in a mirror maze. Seriously, the people that write these things must be illiterate or wildly gifted… or maybe it’s just me.
I mean, why is there always at least one bolt too few or too many; always one piece that no matter how you try to fit it, seems upside down and why does it feel like even an octopus would have difficulty juggling all of the necessary steps with its eight sticky legs?
I have had people say to me on occasion that poetry is willfully and perversely obscure, but for me, nothing is more frustratingly oblique than the diagrams that attempt to show me how to put something together… so just maybe I am yet to find the poetry in instructions?
I am sure I will have many more opportunites to keep looking…