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safety pin perplexity

June 24, 2009

A consciencious person valiantly recycled this nametag twice—once by fixing the broken clip with a safety pin, and once by setting it on my desk for me to reuse. Oh, the perplexion it has brought to my life!


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Disbelieving readers are encouraged to visit the Freaky Nametag display at my desk.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. scottjisaok permalink
    June 25, 2009 7:03 am

    so how do you get it in there? the engineer in me is going crazy!

  2. June 25, 2009 7:55 am

    I think I may have the answer, and it comes from looking at the assumptions you’ve got there.

    Is it possible that this name-tag has only been recycled once? I have a sneaky suspicion that some name-tags come with a ‘What? No Top Pocket?’ safety pin for Those With Nothing To Clip To.

    This would allow the use of Large Machines to assemble the clip within the name-tag. And everybody knows, you can do anything with Large Machines.

    Have I got the right answer? Maybe I have, and then maybe I haven’t. You can never tell with engineers.

    I’d like to apologise for my use of extraneous capitals throughout my post, I’ve been reading a lot of A. A. Milne recently – it’s my only excuse.

    • June 25, 2009 8:24 am

      The “it was made that way theory,” first suggested by my husband over dinner, is correct. What a letdown! Anyway, I think it looks ridiculous.

      • June 25, 2009 9:44 am

        I guess that’s what makes it a ‘deluxe’ badge holder (top-loading). “Only one way to affix your badge holder? You need the all-new deluxe badge holder. It’s got two fixing methods.”

        You could use the clip and pin on alternate days of your conference/visit. Save making so many holes in your shirt, or something. It must be important to somebody… I think I should lay off the caffeine.

  3. June 25, 2009 8:42 am

    I was envisioning many man-hours at a desk, with numerous failed attempts, sweaty forehead, and pliers in hand – getting that safety pen in there like that. Alas, my so called prophetic vision failed. BUMMER.

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