A Tale of a Mop and Bucket

Standing alone in your cafe on a scorching summer’s day. Obsessed about over-thinking and wishing for some relief from the heat, you reach for the mop and bucket.

You named your mop Boris and your bucket Dorothy. You take comfort in imagining that sometimes Boris gets a little angry with Dorothy, but Dorothy always gets Boris back when she squeezes the life out of him.

Dancing a little boogie to a random beat, you let Boris take the lead. Not only does Dorothy scold him, but you do too. He gets so hurt his head falls off on the floor. You pick it up and try to put it back on again, but it’s broken.

Dorothy will need a new Boris. You smile when you think about your new mop’s name.