Day one - I'm fresh out of the plastic spoon mold. I'm alive! I'm ready to scoop something and transport it from a container to a pot, from a bowl to a cup, from a plate to a mouth, or whatever. I'm so excited!
Day two - Well, I'm a little cramped...got put into a box with a bunch of other spoons, and forks and knives, too. The other spoons are okay, they're well-rounded characters, but I don't know about those others...the forks all seem very prickly, and the knives are always making cutting remarks. The box was pretty neat at first, we all had a great view out the window, but then another box was put on top of us, so now it's just darkness all the time...can't wait to be used!
Day three - Still cramped, nothing happened today. Found out the forks aren't so prickly as I thought at first, and the knives are actually pretty sharp...we're all just nervously excited to be used by our owner!
Day four - Overheard some warehouse workers talking while they picked our box up along with other boxes...then put us all into a BIGGER box! What's going on here?
Day thirty-four(?) - All the days seem to run together in this pitch. The conversation went stale days ago...there's only so much that plasticware can share with each other, y'know? The knives really can spread it on thick, though. The forks keep talking off topic...and they tell me that I keep going in circles! Someday...someday we'll be used. That'll be a great day, yup, great day.
Day seventy-four - Out of the warehouse and onto the sales floor, YAY! Everyone is sooooo excited; we're almost going to be useful!...waitaminit, we're getting pushed to the back of the shelf, and all these other boxes are getting put in front of us....NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Day one hundred seven - Today we got bought! There was celebration in our little plasticware box the likes of which hadn't been seen since the first day we were all packaged in here! No poking from the forks today!! No cutting from the knives, either!! All is looking up in our little cardboard world!!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!!!
Day one hundred eighty - Well, not entirely sure how, but I find myself today wrapped in a plastic bag with a can opener...(!) I don't know, your guess is as good as mine. At least my company is interesting...he does have an uncanny ability, but he always seems to be kind of cranky...I don't know about this guy...
Day one hundred eighty-seven - Used once--just once--and then tossed in the trash! I mean it's not my fault I was used to spoon out potato salad that was WAY too firm! I snapped apart like a twig! Oh well, it was wonderful for the few precious moments it lasted, but now what?! I've been hearing murmuring around the bag here of some horrible place called the landfill...it doesn't sound like a nice place...some have said it really stinks! like even more than this does!!
Day one hundred ninety - Some dirty old, smelly Transient reached in this grimy trashcan and pulled me out, like both of my pieces...He washed me out in a fountain that's here in this park...He has this amazing stuff He called "Super Glue" and He put me back together...He walks around with me in His top pocket...Not sure what to make of all this, but right now it feels pretty great.