This marvel of particularly bad photography depicts a box of 3-ply Kleenex. This past week Bossy’s daughter was
racked wracked with the flu, and the tissues were flying.
Bossy would love to say she buys the cheap scratchy tissues, but frankly, if you’re that kind of sick and working that tissue box, the point is to use something easy on the nose.
But here’s what Bossy does enforce: separating each tissue’s ply, if not to create three distinct tissues, than at least two.
And even as Bossy types, she knows her son will read this while resting his MacBook on his dorm blankets and stop doing that, and he’ll be saying out loud, “We do not separate the Kleenex’s ply,” to which Bossy will respond, “Now we do, thank you very much Columbia University tuition.”