Dear shelf,

I don’t even know where to start this letter, you long rectangular piece of wood attached to the wall above the urinals in the bathroom at church, you.

I saw you just last weekend after the worship service, and I thought to myself, “There you are. You’re great.” I looked at your ample shelf, a flat surface that seems to say, “Hey, got a heavy Bible? Here, let me hold that for you. Go ahead, I’ll shoulder that burden while you’re in the bathroom.”

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