Carol looked at the desk as it sat in the back of the box truck. It broke her heart to get rid of it, but it was time. After years of use and hauling it from apartment to house to house to apartment to house, the desk was worn out beyond repair. The one broken leg kept re-breaking no matter how many times and how carefully it was re-attached, and the bottom left-hand drawer no longer opened without at least a fifteen minute struggle.
So Carol had found a new desk. Well, new to her. It was a vintage piece. Solid oak, still in terrific condition. Actually, a much nicer desk than the one she was getting rid of; she was definitely trading up.
But still. The old desk had sentimental value, and Carol almost felt like she was betraying it by sending it to auction in the hopes that maybe someone would pay a few bucks for it, someone who would have the skill to permanently fix the broken leg and warped drawer.
That was her hope, anyway. She didn’t want to think of the alternatives: That it would end up on the curb, in a landfill, or chopped up and–she couldn’t even finish that last thought. It was crazy, she knew, but she felt like she was selling out an old friend for some pocket change.
She jumped into the truck to steal one last moment with the desk. The guys would have her new desk in place and be back outside and ready to leave any minute now.
Carol patted the desk’s top. “I’m so sorry to see you go, Desky. You were a great desk, and I’ll always remember you.”
“Thanks, Carol. And enjoy the new desk–it looks like a nice one. No hard feelings, OK?”
Such kind words, which made Carol feel even worse. The new desk was nice, but deep down she knew it was no Desky. For one thing, the new desk couldn’t talk, and for another thing, even if it could, there’s no way it would be as kind and understanding as Desky.
She jumped off the back of the truck and ran into the house, wiping away a tear. She passed by the movers as they were exiting, but simply gave them a wave without saying anything. She had already paid them, she didn’t feel like talking, and she just wanted to be alone for a little bit.