My name is Susie.
I'm was 29 inch, non-stick, brand new saucepan.
A few months ago, I was finally rescued back from my Clementi hardware shelter by these few really nice people. C-towners, I think i heard them call themselves. It was nothing short of a miracle. I thought I was saved
I thought I had found a good home, where people will be able to start using me for the reason I was created and cook sumptuous food with me. I thought my life would begin to have purpose.
Alas, I was wrong.
When I first started out, people found me a wonderful addition to the kitchen family. Even my new found buddies like Alex the hunky casserole bowl, Oiley the ever-helpful wok, and Mandy the cute small pot, were envious of me and my brand new non-stickylicious body.
I was popular even with those large beings with four funny yellowish appendages sticking out of their thick trunks. Humans. They oooohed and aaahed when they saw me, and often used me to cook .
Some of the them were really nice people, they would treat me good, wash me soon after use, and even dry me out in the sun.
And then, there were those that were not.
These creatures would not wash me after they have finished cooking, leaving me oily ( I'm not Oiley the wok?).
They would 'accidently' pour too much of their liquid sauce on me, causing me to overflow and stain my beautiful booty permanently. (sobz).
They would use sharp objects to scratch my interior, till i was ridden with ugly scars all over my once flawless non-stick skin ( i have a feeling bacteria is infesting one of these leisions even as i speak).
They would drop me on the floor and do inexplicable things to me(resulting in me being handicapped now, my handle now broken and extremely loose around the screw).
Now i'm being left alone in a corner of the kitchen, discarded, useless and ugly. = (
Why do these creatures do such horrible things to me? Will no one save me from my plight? Will all future occupants of this once happy home suffer the same fate?
-written by Real.