Is it just me or does anybody else get some strange pleasure out of stuffing or at least attempting to stuff themselves into things? By “into things” I am referring to small spaces, like cardboard TV boxes or the trunk of your car. I must confess that only sometimes do I actually attempt to do it, like the TV box. But sometimes I will actually look at things and size them up, trying to do the math to see if it’s humanly possible for me to fold myself up like a pretzel to fit into them.
Such things include, but are not limited to, the oven, the kitchen cabinets, the refrigerator, the dryer, a metal trashcan, a bookcase, a computer monitor box (the old CRT kind), in between the shelves in the closet, my duffel bag, my suitcase, a laundry basket, a flower pot (the big ones that they plant house trees in), under a podium, and in the cracks down behind the furniture.
I will not say how many of these I have actually tried to get in.
