Letter To The Teacup I Just Broke at My Boss’ Holiday Party

Hey, hey hey heyheyhey there little… buddy.

Shh, shhhhh.

It’s gonna to be ok.

Just a scratch, right? You were expensive, but things like this happen. OK, so maybe you were a little too fragile for my man hands – it's no sweat. Which brings me to sweat. That’s my bad. My palms moisten at the mere thought of professional obligations like this.  I’m used to indestructible travel mugs and ceramics you find in the "Free" box on lawns.

What's that? Am I sure it’s OK?

No.

The truth is you’re broken and you’ve ruined everything.