Tape and Tenacity

Morning light hit the dark wood table, and right in the center sat a solid roll of white athletic tape! That woven texture was calling my name. I stepped up, dug my boots into the polished grain, and grabbed the loose edge with both hands. With a sharp grunt, I leaned my whole weight back. SKRRRRT! The adhesive peeled clean off the core, singing out with that unmistakable ripping tempo. I pulled a clean strip tight across two wooden dominoes standing side by side, pressing the tape down firm with both thumbs until it bonded them into one unyielding post. Built solid, locked down, and ready for whatever test comes next!