• m4thangi 5w

    The Broken Counter

    The pantry at my workplace had a broken counter.

    The hole in the plywood was gaping. exigent -
    and someone had tried to fix it with duct tape.

    I used to chuckle every time I walked past it.

    It was an inside joke with myself - isn't this how I deal with my problems?
    Use temporary solutions and pretend everything's fine? Fixed?

    Then, on a Monday morning, I find that they have replaced the plywood with granite.

    A shiny slab, sturdy and decidedly whole.

    I stare at it, betrayed, thinking "now what?"

    I take this as a message from the Universe to stop my bullshit?

    Or go find some other broken, inanimate object to identify with?
    ©m4thangi