Saturday, February 14, 2015
The best project ever - obvious lessons
They say a discarded plastic coffee cup lid with the flap that opens into a hole to drink from now completely absent and the last fragments of hazelnut scented low fat milk froth now hanging on to the bottom hemisphere of the lid for dear life as a procession of ants arrive to take a small morsel back to their queen, lying adjacent to the lonely heel from broken ladies shoe, left isolated after a desperate sprint to a train became the sole (ha ha) motivation for the ladies immediate efforts, never tell lies. Because coffee lids can't tell lies, they're made of plastic.
Yet it's the lid that gets the glory, the accolades and the profound monologues of wisdom written about them. We all know the titles of famous ones:
- Not for drinking anymore.
- You can't bid on the lessons from a coffee lid.
- Lid, shmid, rib, crib, nib, rid, gib, ha ha LID.
- It's the truth, no fib, I mean duh, obviously, it's a coffee cup lid.
Just to name four out of the dozens I'm sure you all know, there is also the common indium 'don't blow your lid' with its clear reference to discarded plastic lids, and I believe there is even a whole store called 'Lids'. Discarded coffee lids are part of the fabric of our society, they just are.
I saw such a lid today, but because it is the best day of my life, I will not give the humble lid yet more glory, I will instead focus on its forgotten acquaintance the broken heel and give it the attention. The attention it has always craved and deserved. Here goes:
It was brown!!
Hell Yeah! That's more like it. Take that lid! It's the heels time now! The camera focus has widened, then re-narrowed in a whole new direction. The direction of the heel, if I wasn't clear. And it shall be forever remembered that the heel was the important things that was year. Suck on that lid, you're time in the sun is done!
Although I should point out that this all took place in the shade. Also it might have been nutmeg froth. And the ants might have been eating it for themselves, I don't actually know much about ant eating habits. Oh and it might not have been a heel, it could have been a banana stem, or a stick maybe. I only glanced at the whole scenario. I was scurrying for a train. But it IS the best day of my life!!