Shattering the Squeegee

Cold morning rain slaps against the transparent glass pavilion near the curb! Inside the shelter, a heavy industrial maintenance squeegee leans wedged between the cold steel bench support and the aluminum frame. A thick, stiff black rubber blade dares block our route! We do not tiptoe around cleaning tools. We plant our feet wide against the wet concrete, seize the ribbed aluminum handle with both clawed hands, and wrench back with concentrated fury! Snap! The weathered plastic bracket cracks clean through, releasing the trapped rubber wiper with a dull clatter against the tiles. We plant our knuckles hard on the freed steel strut, claiming this shelter from the drizzle!