A Picnic Story

Five years ago there was a neglected picnic table. It was located on the side of building where I work. It belong to the Credit Union next door, even though it was located on our property. We noticed they never used it so we started to. As time passed we dragged it further and further into our property, so it was located under some nice big trees. We made sure the grass was mowed around it and even planted some wild flowers around it. Everyday in the summer we used it to take all our breaks and lunches, seeking shelter from the oppressive heat of the indoors. The Credit Union seemed to forget it even belong to them, because they bought another picnic table. The table was ours! Early this summer we cleaned up the picnic table and even gave it a fresh coat of paint. This weekend, the rat bastards stole it back! What would cause them to remember it was theirs? Couldn’t they see we loved it? We want to go back over there and scrape all our paint off and put it in a jar just so they can’t have it! We even painted it Tellurex Blue, our color! It should be ours, aren’t their squatter’s rights? The table maybe gone, but the memories remain.