The factory is silent. Its assembly line stands motionless. Somewhere off in the darkness, a buzzer sounds. One by one, lights begin to flicker and illuminate on long-unmanned diagnostic panels, giving a sense of enormity and complexity and scale to the machinery. The low hum of power supplies warming up comes next, followed by the higher and louder whine of turbines and electric motors. A whistle sounds, and one by one, employees begin to file in and take their places at the controls. Purposed for a single task, whose time has now come, the factory slowly comes to life...
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Time to say goodbye to some old friends for the next nine months:
Goodbye, open bottles of wine in the fridge. I hope you enjoy your new home with whomever I can pawn you off on. Don't look at me like that. I'll find someone to love you!
Goodbye, martinis with olives stuffed with bleu cheese. Goodbye, gin and tonic. Goodbye, whiskey sours. It was certainly fun while it lasted.
Goodbye, lovely tuna steaks that I defrosted before I took that pregnancy test. I hear the landfill is nice this time of year.
Goodbye, litterbox. I hope Craig is as thorough tending you as I have tried to be.
Goodbye, tampons! I'm not going to miss you! The only thing that saves you from the same fate as the tuna steaks is that you cost eight times as much per pound, and you'll be able to last under my bathroom sink until I'm ready to see you again next year.
Goodbye, hair dye. Hello, roots.