Drums on the Mohawk

The second hand shops in Japan be called recycle shops.
At first the nonclementure might seem a little strange, but if you let it ruminate in yer head it starts to feel right. Like many people, Me loves to walk around perusing the objects looking for anything Me might find useful or just to browse and imagine the life the various things lead before they were displaced and put in internment camps.
Last week in a shop ingeniously named "Re-Sale", Me spotted a roll of stickers on a shelf with some wooden spatulas and an assortment of disposable lighters that had little cartoon characters dangling from them. It were the lighters that originally caught me eye, but it were the stickers that Me bought.

The colorful labels all had an impressive design in blue and yellow and simply stated: "防水" Me hopes yer computers can read this, but it don't really matter cuz it means waterproof or water resistant. Now why would anyone want a roll of stickers that said waterproof? Me don't know and me can't explain the impulse fer buying them, but me did; and Me carried them around in me backpack fer a couple of days not really thinking about them until today when me went into a supermarket to buy meself a late lunch.

Me don't how this happened, but as me were walkin down an aisle containing laundry detergent a little devil shaped light bulb went off above me head. Me reached into me bag and found the stickers at the bottom, unwrapped them and peeled one offa the strip. Trying to act as casually as Me could, me applied the seal to a box of laundry detergent.

Waterproof soap.
Me stood back and looked at me handiwork. Me were on to something here. Me found a pack of sponges and surreptitiously pasted another one of me stickers on the package. It looked great! Me started traipsing around looking fer targets: Pampers, Shampoo, Kitty litter. The idea started to really catch on, instant coffee, tampons, contact lens solution, spaghetti, white bread. Me started to paste these things every where me thought they would create the most confusion. Tissues, toilet paper and toothpaste all got a sticker.
Then Me thought that a walk over to the Meat section to see iffin me couldn't find a couple of steaks and pork chops that could use me wacky protectiveness. Alas the area were too busy and Me didn't have the balls to start placing me stickers on various packages of bologna.

Now Me be wondering iffin Me might have missed anything. Me still gots lots o' stickers left and they be burnin a hole in me pocket.

Can ya think of any other good places, besides the Vixens private parts, where a waterproof seal would do the most good?

This were a stompin good day!

Me no wet behind the ears.