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  • This morning two little kids came running into the cafe by themselves. I was a little worried but the lady behind the counter seemed to know them. Their mom walked in a couple minutes later anyway. The older one, the boy, he finished his two croissants first and immediately bounced off the bar stool looking for something to do. He had two straws in his hand when he noticed me on top of the pile of lids. I wasn't sure what he meant to do at first, when he stuck a straw in me.

    Lids have a pretty predictable lifestyle. We lay there, stacked in a tall wobbly pile, until someone picks the top one and fits it to a plastic cup. Sometimes we get to see a bit of the outside world, transported in hand down city blocks. That's pretty fun since you never know where you might end up, but sometimes we're just stuck in a cup holder in a car with no view at all. Occasionally we're left there for days. The guy five up from me got turned upside and used as a cupcake transporter, that seemed pretty cool, but it doesn't happen all that often.

    This kid, he stuck a straw in me, and turned me into a metal detector. He said he was going to take me to the beach to hunt for coins. By the time we got to the bus stop, I had been a metal detector, an umbrella, a shield, a magnifying glass, a sword and best of all, the kids at the bus stop fought over me until his mom grabbed me out of the air and stuck me in her pocket.

    I'm a lid, I exist for a practical function. I never imagined there could be another life for me besides one of utility, but this morning I was an umbrella.
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