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?