Pass Lanyards
I got in trouble for trying to pass a custom lanyard note in class today, and now my Mom has me grounded from going to the dance this weekend. This isn’t fair! If I hadn’t tried to hang a note on a lanyard, pass it to Matt, to make Jim mad, Barry wouldn’t have invited me to the dance in the first place. Adults just don’t understand. They say no cell phones in class, so why am I in trouble for trying to pass lanyard notes? Nobody said that I couldn’t pass lanyards.
My Lanyard
My first lanyard came with a USB drive inside one of those plastic packages that are almost impossible to open. I didn’t pay much attention to it. I was concentrating on the USB drive, with its sleek, silver exterior and multiple, interchangeable covers. USB drives were still pretty new then, and like a kid in a candy store, I was all awe.
Well, USB drives were still pretty new then, and the ones you could get for a descent price weren’t always designed in the best way. And my USB drive had a slight problem. You know those interchangeable plastic covers? I liked them enough, but the plastic lids kept falling off. And when the USB drive heated up, the body covers expand and slipped off, too.
I lost half of the plastic covers, and I was afraid I’d lose the USB drive, too. To tell you the truth, I’m a bit absentminded about these things. I’d walk out of the computer lab at the library where I was working quietly, and then run back in like a madman with my pants on fire when I discovered I didn’t have my lanyard with me. This happened a few times, and the other people in the library must have thought I was crazy.
So I went back to my USB packaging one day to get a spare cover, and I found the lanyard still lying in there. It was a black lanyard with the company’s name on it, my first lanyard ever. Nothing too special, but as I discovered over time, super amazing, as I’m sure all lanyards are. I’m an equal opportunity lanyard lover, when it comes down to it.
