This morning, as I was driving my son to school in the rain, I was shocked to see this on the side of the road:
By the time I was able to get back with my camera, the rain had stopped, but the scene was no less sad.
(cue the melancholy music, I'm thinking Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" -- ♪ In the arms of the angel ♫...)
This innocent sewing machine probably put in years of faithful service, stitching countless curtains, pillows, Halloween costumes and quilts -- never complaining, always chugging along. Maybe its tension wasn't what it used to be. Maybe it had slowed down a bit or made the occasional funny noise. Maybe it didn't have the fancy features of a newer, younger machine.
But did it deserve this end? Abandoned on the side of the road. Left out in the cold and rain without regard for its delicate metal parts -- a crude, hastily made cardboard sign its only monument.
Isn't it finally time to stop sewing machine cruelty?