I was sick and tired of being mistreated.
The girl was forever stretching me to a point very close to breaking. She never used me properly. I was just something she could mistreat. Sometimes I’d be shot across the room. Then, one day she dropped me as she got off the bus and a boy picked me up. His family had been picnicking in a park. I went into his pocket and jiggled around until he dropped me onto a kitchen table.
I heard a woman say, “What’s that?”
I heard him say, “Found it.”
She said, “Is it clean?”
He said, “Looks OK.”
She said, “Just run water over it and dry it with that towel, please dear.”
I was suddenly wet for the first time in my life! Then after the towel, I was twisted twice around several handles.
She said, “Just the job, no more cutlery getting lost in the bottom of the picnic basket, eh?”
The basket has been put up on a high shelf, I don’t think they go on picnics very often. I hope not. It’s nice here. My tension feels about right, in keeping with my purpose.
All in all, not a bad life for a hair tie.
