I've seen these glasses a few times while walking the dog. They've been lying on the concrete, crushed, for a week or two. I assume that a car rolled over them. The driver probably flinched at the bump. Now they're useless, except as snapshot fodder. When I get depressed, I'm like those glasses: misshapen but recognizable. Anyway...
Quote from Working by Studs Terkel. I believe the interviewee who voiced these insights was a baker at an organic co-op, but I'm not 100% on that. Regardless of the person's profession, their sentiment strikes a chord with me. Although maybe it's not true for everybody?
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