I apologize to the frying pans, and tell them what a good job they did for years, because I'm worried that their feelings will be hurt.
Oh my god, I thought it was just me. I cry because they did a good job, for years and years, and this is no way to repay their loyalty. (Unless, of course, they were bad frying pans or whatever, in which case I am stern and resolute: they've had their second and third chances, and now it is over between us.)
(When I was four or five, I read an article in the newspaper that had me crying for days. This family, down on their luck, were living out of their car, when their car broke down on the freeway (where no one can live, of course). My parents kept reassuring me that the people were fine and being helped and the whole point of the story was that a good Samaritan gave them another car. But they didn't understand, and I was unable to explain, that it was the car I was upset for, abandoned like that.)
Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks
Oh my god, I thought it was just me. I cry because they did a good job, for years and years, and this is no way to repay their loyalty. (Unless, of course, they were bad frying pans or whatever, in which case I am stern and resolute: they've had their second and third chances, and now it is over between us.)
(When I was four or five, I read an article in the newspaper that had me crying for days. This family, down on their luck, were living out of their car, when their car broke down on the freeway (where no one can live, of course). My parents kept reassuring me that the people were fine and being helped and the whole point of the story was that a good Samaritan gave them another car. But they didn't understand, and I was unable to explain, that it was the car I was upset for, abandoned like that.)