masking tape.

I have lived in the same condo for about a year and a half. I have slept in the same bedroom for about 6 months. I just noticed something in my bathroom. There is a piece of masking tape on my side of the sink on the cabinets against the wall (you know how people used masking tape to protect things while they paint? This piece of masking tape was/is protecting the cabinets. I have no idea how long ago that bathroom was painted. It was before I moved into the condo. So at least a year and a half ago.

I just noticed it several weeks ago. I couldn't believe it was still there. When I saw it, I thought to myself, I should probably take that piece of masking tape off. As soon as I wash and dry my hands, I'm peeling it off. It'll probably be one of those really satisfying things, like tearing something perforated.

I washed my hands. I dried my hands. I forgot about the masking tape. Almost every time I'm in the bathroom I have those same thoughts, or at least something very similar to that. Every time, I wash my hands. I dry my hands. I forget about the masking tape. It's still in there, protecting the cabinets from the paint. You know how crazy that paint can get.

Even as I sit on the floor in my bedroom, ten feet away from that masking tape, it's still there, protecting the cabinets.

I just want to let the masking tape do it's job.

I don't even know why it's called masking tape.