I spent three minutes trying to peel the plastic seal off a new phone charger before I realized I'd somehow managed to shred it into seventeen strips, each one individually adhered to the box like I'd fought it with my teeth. My neighbor watched from his doorway as I stood there with a tweezers, removing confetti from cardboard, looking like I was defusing a bomb made of yogurt container lids. He asked if I needed help. I said no. He watched anyway.