I have a “thing” about stickers, as in—I can’t stand them. Not the sticker-book variety. Those are fun. No, I mean labels and price stickers. I can’t explain it; I just can’t think of any good reason to leave the price sticker on a book, for example, or a label on a new notebook. So when I see one, I’m compelled to pull it off.
Last night at Bed, Bath, & Beyond we found the perfect trash can to fit between the fridge and the Gorilla shelf. Then there was that lovely label sticker on the front. Mauri knew the joy it would bring be to get to pull it off.
You can tell a quality piece of merchandise when the label pulls right off in one piece with no residue glue and paper left behind that requires WD-40 or some other solvent to clean it up.