These packing tape shots prove that my Sager NP7680 was shipped with professional care:
The next three shots really drive this point home, down into the basement and several hundred feet into the sewers:
It’s the last image that’s the non sequitur. Now, it’s the only recorded image of my Sager logo intact. You see folks… I tore off the sharp, descending terminal of the R in “Sager” with the bleeding palm of my hand while sliding this thing into my bag. This is another strange voodoo-style injury that goes along with the bizarre furniture accident.
There is no such thang as “complete” safety for a living organism—and even the stones cannot escape change.