Once, there was a lonely broom. But the broom wasn't always lonely. And the broom had a name, Swift. Swift didn't love anything more than the simple act of being used to clean the floors of Trader Joe's. He had his favorite jobs and simple tasks, but his favorite was being used by the store owner, Philly.
Philly and Swift had been the best of friends since Trader Joe's had opened back in 2000, they were the perfect fit for eachother. Swift slurping up the sand, gum, dirty residue from the day; while Philly would guide him from the entrance, and then down every aisle. Unstoppable partners, really.
Swift and Philly were happy together, so confident in each of their abilities. And one day, it all came to an end. What seemed like a perfect world to Swift, had been altered greatly the day Philly said his final good-bye.
Swift just didn't understand. He couldn't come to peace with it, didn't comprehend the feeling of loneliness inside of his heart. What could be more important than me, Swift thought. Philly, his loyal and supportive coach of cleanliness, was now leaving for something bigger, so much bigger.
The catastrophic explosion that caused an oil spill from a BP offshore drilling rig in the Gulf of Mexico had reached the shoreline. Efforts to manage the spill with controlled burning, dispersal and plugging the leak have so far been unsuccessful. This oil spill has now obtained the dubious distinction of being the worst oil spill in US history, surpassing the damage done by the Exxon Valdez tanker that spilled 11 million gallons of oil into the ecologically sensitive Prince William Sound in 1989.
Fuck you BP.
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