The plastic seal around the outside of the cap did not have a handy perforated strip; scissors were sought in order to remove it. It seems those who jar this precious cinnamon felt that the unbreakable plastic wrap was not enough to protect me from the unstable individual wanting to harm me via a ground spice.
As an added security measure, they put a foil lined paper seal over the top, and under the honey-combed pour top. Some of these seals, as you know, have a gratuitous tab with which to pull---off, because they inevitably come apart from the seal itself thus requiring, once again, the aid of additional means with which to enjoy a much anticipated breakfast.
If I have to go through this much trouble to open a jar of cinnamon, why can an 18 year old walk into a gun show, make multiple purchases and walk out without so much as a question?
The new rule is: let's get our priorities, fears, morals, beliefs, paranoia, defenses of the Constitution, what and whom we are ardently protecting in line with one another.
You know the adage: You can't have your cake and eat it too.
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