crevicetool
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as I lifted her out of the box. She had come home. She wears the battle scars of sixty-nine years of dependable service to her owners.
She knew when she left New Britain that she would be able to perform her tasks as needed, as long as she was needed. Hers was never to be a glamorous life. No one would be clamoring to take her picture, she wouldn't be the life of the party, nor even included at family gatherings. She was Cinderella. Relegated to the storage closet until AFTER the party, she was supposed to clean up and nothing more. Oh sure when she was new, she was bragged on by the lady of the house - even showed off to the neighbors. As time went by, those visits became fewer and fewer. Day after day, week after week, months, years.....time it seemed was flying by. She hadn't realised she was old now. No one dusted her off before she slipped back into the closet. She had suffered trips down the stairs, had fallen over onto the door threshold more than once, and she was no longer beautiful. Finally the day came when her "replacement" showed up. Some fancy plastic thing. She watched in horror as the new girl took her place. It had been a generation, but times didn't change all that much. Folks showed up to see the new girl as she was shown proudly to the neighbors. She spent her remaining years in the garage.......waiting.
Her owners were long gone now. The kids are selling the house. Whats to become of her now? She still has life in her. A little less agile, a little noisier, but she could still do a good day's work. She can still keep up with the best of them. She wondered what was happening as the wrapping was placed around her and the lid to the box closed. Then there was silence. Darkness. This was her fate, and no one cared.
She was awakened by a sudden burst of light as the lid to the box ripped open. Lifted from the container by warm caring hands, she let out a small muffled cry. She could see others in the room just like her, all shined up and on display for all to see! Could this be a dream? Is it real? Someone cares?
She couldn't believe what was happening as she felt a slight tug on her cord. She felt like a youngster again as she could feel electricity surging through her wires. Her heart raced as she breathed the air that was again coursing through her. She was alive....she was home.
http://www.vacuumland.org/TD/THREADS/VINTAGE/8405.htm?15
She knew when she left New Britain that she would be able to perform her tasks as needed, as long as she was needed. Hers was never to be a glamorous life. No one would be clamoring to take her picture, she wouldn't be the life of the party, nor even included at family gatherings. She was Cinderella. Relegated to the storage closet until AFTER the party, she was supposed to clean up and nothing more. Oh sure when she was new, she was bragged on by the lady of the house - even showed off to the neighbors. As time went by, those visits became fewer and fewer. Day after day, week after week, months, years.....time it seemed was flying by. She hadn't realised she was old now. No one dusted her off before she slipped back into the closet. She had suffered trips down the stairs, had fallen over onto the door threshold more than once, and she was no longer beautiful. Finally the day came when her "replacement" showed up. Some fancy plastic thing. She watched in horror as the new girl took her place. It had been a generation, but times didn't change all that much. Folks showed up to see the new girl as she was shown proudly to the neighbors. She spent her remaining years in the garage.......waiting.
Her owners were long gone now. The kids are selling the house. Whats to become of her now? She still has life in her. A little less agile, a little noisier, but she could still do a good day's work. She can still keep up with the best of them. She wondered what was happening as the wrapping was placed around her and the lid to the box closed. Then there was silence. Darkness. This was her fate, and no one cared.
She was awakened by a sudden burst of light as the lid to the box ripped open. Lifted from the container by warm caring hands, she let out a small muffled cry. She could see others in the room just like her, all shined up and on display for all to see! Could this be a dream? Is it real? Someone cares?
She couldn't believe what was happening as she felt a slight tug on her cord. She felt like a youngster again as she could feel electricity surging through her wires. Her heart raced as she breathed the air that was again coursing through her. She was alive....she was home.
http://www.vacuumland.org/TD/THREADS/VINTAGE/8405.htm?15
