While I was staying with my parents this Christmas, there
was a curious incident of the sticky honey bear squeeze bottle.
My last morning there, my father started telling me about
the sticky mess on the top of the honey bear bottle. He was angry about it and
told me how he cleaned it up by putting it under the water faucet and washing
it off. Then drying it off and closing the lid.
He said, “you know how it got that way? When you turn the
bottle upside down and squeeze it, the honey comes out. Then, we you are
finished, you turn it right side up and a thin string of honey will hang from
the tip of the jar to what you put the honey on. That string will break and
seek its way home to the top of the jar where it was squeezed from. It will
form a drop of honey and run down the side of the jar. Then it gets all messy
and when you go to pick up the jar, you get sticky all over you. You need to
keep the sticky with the sticky!”
His eyes were big and his voice was deep and loud. This is
the kind of thing that scared me as a child.
I thought to myself, “you need to ‘seek your way home’ to
heaven ASAP.”
I told my sister what he said and she said, “Yeh, he always
had a problem with messy jar lids.”
