|An all-too-familiar sight...|
In Target later that week, I chanced on a clearance shelf full of plastic tumblers. Understand, if you will, that - approximately a decade ago - I had decided that I DESERVED glasses, not plastic tumblers. Sick of bowing to the exigencies of a house full of children, I swore that never again would my lips touch anything but glass. And, until that fateful evening in Target, I had stuck to my vow, regardless of our kitchen's granite countertops and tile floor that spelled eventual doom for any breakable housewares we might have the temerity to possess.
But that evening in Target? I was the one who broke. Turning my back on the shelf of glassware that was beckoning just to my left, I put 6 of those cheerful red tumblers in my cart. You see, it occurred to me that I was tired of cleaning up broken glass, tired of trying to fish jagged glass pieces out of the garbage disposal, tired of discovering shards of glass on my floor even though I had vacuumed the entire kitchen twice. What price, I wondered, was being exacted by my determination to be civilized? What awful price?
|THIS is what defeat looks like, in case you were wondering.|
So, yeah, there they are. 50 cents each, and I bet they last forever.
[Broken glass image: Recycle This]