No, you can’t borrow my velcro!

Omg. I can see myself on the AITA posts now. AITA for refusing to allow coworkers to EVER touch my velcro again? NO, no I am not! Doesn’t matter. I’m not.

I’m in my office today and went to take two strips of velcro from my velcro basket to velcro my portable external drive to the top of the huge computer. I always velcro hard drives to laptops or computers so there is no chance of them slipping from anywhere. But in the office, the strips already on the top of the computer were the same side as the mini hard drive so I had to add the opposite side of the velcro.

Did I find my neatly wound separate rolls of velcro? Lo and behold–Observe! This is what I encountered. A tangled mass in which 19 points of these rolls were stuck amid their tangles. Let’s say it took 45 minutes to untangle this mess before I could even begin to work. Was I happy? Not the slightest. Did the person responsible happen to come in after I’d already spent 15 minutes in a rage-fueled frenzy of untanglement, that had me at one point considering if they were quantumly entangled. I gave the calmest lecture I could and he offered to help and took the rolls and rewound them whilst ‘showing me’ how to do it so that they don’t come apart. UGH! Let’s say only one of us was happy. It was not me.

Here is a pic.