Under the Plastic

I just bought a kitchen timer Sealed inside a plastic shell. When I tried to get it open, I did not fare very well. First I slit it with a steak knife But I didn’t get too far. If I sliced my hand instead, I’d probably end up with a scar. So I then switched to a scissor Thinking it would cut right through, But I really had to struggle As frustration grew and grew. Next I grabbed two jagged edges And I ripped the thing apart; By this time I’m sure my blood pressure Was soaring off the chart. Surely there must be some packaging Requiring less drastic Measures to uncover what is waiting Underneath the plastic. For I’m sure I’m not the only one Whose struggles to unseal Something factory-made in China Turn into a real ordeal. What we sacrifice for cleanness And to stop a thief from theft Leaves the rest of us consumers With not one nerve that is left!