Opinion

The Broom

My relationship with a broom usually goes like this: I see many somethings on the floor I dislike; I go get a broom; I use that broom to sweep up those dislikable many somethings; I realize I should have brought a dustpan to the party; I hunt for that dustpan because no one ever puts it away; I finally locate said dustpan in an inexplicable place (the garage?!); I sweep up the dislikable debris; I return the broom to whence it lives; walking out the door I realize I forgot to put the dustpan away and promise to put it away later; then I don’t think about a broom until the next time I see terribleness on the floor.

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