Last year we bought our first nice patio set. Meaning it wasn't plastic. We were proud. We faithfully ate outside whenever the weather was decent enough. Life was good. I wrote poems and songs about the patio table. However being recently new to the nice patio table scene, we made a tragic mistake. We left the umbrella up. One day a storm came and the umbrella was caught in the wind. I came home to discover our patio table had shattered and lay in a massive heap of glass (like a pile of ice cubes.) I wept. I tore my hair out. I wore black and played Depeche Mode over and over again.

Time passed. Summer came again. We went in search of a new table. Our patio set was a "spiced mocha" color (I don't remember that crayon color) - brown for us heathen. The tables this year are slate, white or green. No spiced mocha. And the stores politely inform us that we can't just buy a table, we need to buy another set. Right. I then call glass companies to see about forging a new replacement. Sure they could do it, but they tell me up front that it would be cheaper to buy another table. Right. Then I call the manufacturer to check about a replacement. They tell it would be cheaper to buy another table.

I sense a dark and sinister conspiracy. They know I am weak and grieving ...

Bastards.

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Published: (2005-07-13 15:59:03.0)